In our house – summer is here! It’s the end of the school year! The excitement of a new school year is a faint memory. The year was a blur of projects, tests, volleyball games, dance and chorus recitals, talent shows, college nights, and so much more.

By the end of the school year, we’re

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What were your childhood car discussions like? I grew up in a family of car fanatics who swapped cars constantly, some new, some just new to them.

Our car rides meant the license plate game and “hey, check out that new grille or those tail lights.” That hasn’t changed. My mom commented on a Volvo’s

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