It seems that almost every time I visit my parents, they direct me toward a box of assorted items from my kid and teen years for me to sort through and bring back with me to California. Usually I am able to use the "our apartment has no room" excuse to weasel out of it, but this Thanksgiving, now that I live in a bona fide house, I didn't even try the excuse and came home with the rest of my stuff.
Sorting it has been entertaining. Here are a few favorites!
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't proud to have had a passport made at such a young age! World traveler from birth!
Here's a man I drew in preschool. I can't decide if it's the enormous left hand or the squished face, but something about him is truly frightening.
A tree. I definitely don't have this creativity anymore. :-(
I found diplomas from all school milestones starting with my preschool "diploma." Pictured here with my law school diploma (holder), they represent over two decades of education. I'm getting tired just thinking about it!
In high school, I went on a life changing missions trip to Brazil and made an ugly scrapbook when I came home.
And in the back of the scrapbook was undeveloped film! I'll have to pull this out to educate the grandkids. Scratch that. To educate the kids!
I lettered in academics in high school. I also lettered in another area of high school life that begins with a 'B' and rhymes with 'land.' Though, believe it or not, my husband and I have compared our high school activities and decided that I was the cool one of us two. Scary.
I strongly dislike having stuff around the house that I don't use, but rummaging through these memories has encouraged me to save at least a few things from every year of my daughter's (and other kids') childhood and teenage years.