
Just
the other day, Wendy and I were discussing how delightful it is to
clean out old storage spaces and come upon buried treasure: the
detritus of years gone by...
In the past, while helping my
parents clean out their garage, I've thrilled over elementary school
essays detailing my dream of becoming a master gymnast (see above),
nursery school report cards scolding me for being "bad with scissors,"
my patch-laden sash from the junior girl scouts, old newspaper cut-outs
my parents had scoured through, with titles such as "What To Do When
Your Child Doesn't Speak"...
As nostalgia is so darn fun, why not ensure a similar trip back in time by creating your own time capsule?
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