As the youngest of four, there weren't a lot of pictures of me growing up. You know the story, my parents probably felt "been there, done that . . . just too busy." But I am such a sentimental old fool . . . and I pour over pictures almost every time I'm with them. Well my dad has been, well, obsessed is the only word I can think of that fits, with an old box of slides and a slide projector my sister's friend snagged from storage from a college. And there are TONS of slides with pictures of me and my bro, growing up. BONUS. I am excited beyond belief. So I am going to help him organize them, and make prints on my brand new scanner which SCANS SLIDES. Life is good.
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