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There was a period of time where I cared frequently for four or five of my grandchildren. What special times there were, but then it was over and my house was filled with booby traps to remind me of them. I found, however, after I wrote this, that I wasn't the only one who remembered (thank you, Austin). What a wonderful thing that was. I still love them all so much and miss them; but they are so far away and growing up.