I can see clearly now, atop Mansface

Sitting at my desk, I look out the front windows of the Green River Star and I see the Golden Hour Senior Center, the building where Roosevelt Elementary School once was; my elementary school.

Some of my first memories were made across the street from where I now sit at my desk. It is where I learned to communicate with peers and write my name, first in print then cursive.

There is something very nostalgic to me about moving back to my hometown and writing for my hometown newspaper after living away for so long. Many things have changed over the years, yet much is the same.

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