My grandparents gave them to all of my cousins and everyone as Christmas presents.

In fifth grade, my art teacher had our entire grade draw pictures of insects. She submitted all of the drawings (to Save the Children) and told us how whatever products they sell raises money for children all around the world who are in need of financial help.

I was extremely surprised when she told me. At first I didn't even realize what it was, because I hadn't seen the drawing since I was 11.

Being grandparents sufficiently removes us from the responsibilities so that we can be friends.

I can think of no one that my grandparents knew, that told me stories and that I experienced myself, had any sense of social inferiority growing up in segregated Washington. None whatsoever.

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