My brother could yank my chain better than just about anyone. He used to follow me around our house saying, “Come on, hit me, I dare you!” I shook my head and walked away. He followed hot on my heels, taunting me, “Come on, hit me. Why don’t you just… Read more“I Dare You!”
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Dare
The funny thing about growing up in a conservative Christian community is that I never learned to share my faith—after all everyone I knew already believed the same things I did. I went to church with the same kids I went to school with. We had the same Bible classes… Read more“Dare”
