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Me, age 16, and my mother. My mom. ❤️

That boy felt FUNNY inside, but he was pretty quiet about it for a few more years. Heck, I knew well before 16.

My brother had already started the “I know you have a secret” stuff. A few years later, I could say the same back to him. 😁

Looking at the pics, I think that I may as well have hung a sign around my neck, but these pics were the exception. I usually looked ready to ride a Harley. uh huh, lol. I preferred Yamahas and Suzukis. Must have been part of the problem.

Este soy yo.