One of my favorite things to do when I get a few moments at my parents' house is to go through my old things. I come by my pack rat tendencies honestly.
The other day I came across pure gold.
|Love the fake lock and key. This was clearly designed by a nosy mother.|
|I also listed my favorite band as "Poison." POISON? Really? I had enormous tortoise shell glasses and twisted my loafer laces into curlicues.|
|In another "WHO DID I MARRY??" kind of moment, Lee asked where the name Soliel came from. UM, HELLO? PUNKY BREWSTER?|
|I really was pigeon-toed, but not when I was 10. But I also could have circled "over-dramatic" "a tad boy-crazy" and "tendency toward verbal diarrhea" if those had been choices.|
|Notice that I rated English a 4 [I do all right, but it's very boring]. There was a time when I didn't love English?? Impossible.|
And there you have it.
Except all the parts that were too embarrassing to even photograph, like where I listed all the boys I had crushes on. And then marked them out and replaced them with other boys.
Those I'm going to work on getting a real lock and key for.