Looking back upon my my life br as I enter this silver valley I can br trully be thankfull for each and br every avenue of travel that I br had the pleasure to take br br Why is it when we reach a certain br platu in our lives, do we have a tendecy br to look back and play the remember when br game? br br Taking stock and wanting to hold on each br and every memory our hearts were young br and blissfully we engaged our days and br evenings living life to the fullest br br Growing up in pink and now grown up br in silver, but my heart holds the gold.....