Nothing ruins a good story like telling it to someone who actually remembers the details.

On Valentine’s day this last week, I posted the following on Facebook:

On this day in history, 1973, I had a tiny classroom valentine I had given to a girl returned to me, unopened. I was in 5th grade.

Everybody gave valentines to everybody. How she knew it was mine I’ll never know.

I knew it was deliberate when I heard some other girls complaining that they didn’t know they were allowed to do that, or they would have, too.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

Pretty sad, huh?

Yes it is… as I told it. However, I talked to my sister this last weekend (that would be my sister Squashya Russell) and she reminded me of a few facts I left OUT of my telling of the story. Squashya is seven years older than I am, and…