While I was out of country, my Mother discovered a couple of boxes of old things I had been storing in my brother's closet space for many years. (I am so evil) Upon removing them to MY closet, I started to go through them and enjoyed a voyage into the mind of a child. My mind, that is. When I was a child. (Would it surprise you if it wasn't all that different from how it is now? Some of you it might. Those who know me...maybe not...)
