my dad is cleaning out the attic and has given me a box of my stuff. i have mixed feelings about it. i love looking at the old photos and cards that mom and dad have kept. i feel somewhat embarrassed about other things: my report cards (my course load wasn’t near what my children had in high school) and my letters to mom and dad from college are kinda’ funny & poignant, yet since i didn’t do well in school academically and it was not one of the happiest times of my life. although you would be able to tell if you read the letters.
and, look at my handprint! it says Ann 1960 which means i was 3 years old. what a wide chubby hand i had or should i say have. like my feet, i have very wide hands…not lebron james wide, but wide none the less.