My mom saves stuff. I am amazed at the little gems she unearths from my childhood. She brought another bag of goodies when we met in Houston and this one item really made me smile.
My sister is just two years younger than me and with the softer memories that come from age, I remember us as being good pals growing up. We moved around a bit and so it was always great that we had each other. But maybe I am looking at the past with some rose colored glasses. Check out my New Years Resolution from 1968. I was nine years old.
