A Matter of Size
				By Al Horn
	I remember as a small child the entranceway to my grandparent's country home seemed as large as any playground. At the age of fourteen, my brothers, my sister, and I barely had room to move about. Years later, when I returned with my own small children, there was plenty of room to play. - Al Horn
	My first car was big enough to put all of my friends into. That was good. My next car barely had room for my date and I. That was great. Many years later, I drove a vehicle that put plenty of room between my ears and two fighting, screaming kids. That was heaven. - Al Horn
	After my son was born, we bronzed his shoes and hung them on a wall. By the time he was thirteen, we were wearing the same shoe size. The winter he turned eighteen, I was able to slip on deck shoes and use his old high tops for boots to clear snow off the driveway. - Al Horn