So the following isn't a Halloween pic, but it's kind of scary that Mom let me run around the backyard like this... and what's weirder is I have no idea who the kid next to me is...probably one of the neighborhood crowd that hung out with my older brother, that or some lost jungle boy who popped out of the bushes.
This was my room last night. One box down... three more to go.
(I knocked three out pretty easily at my parents house, now I have the hard ones left.)
I found this gem while sorting:
My best friend wrote that in the 9th grade, in response to something I must have slid across her desk. I laughed out loud at that one, seeing as I became a Spanish teacher.
I still have all my notes and love letters from middle school and high school stashed in a box in my closet. I don't even remember the last time I took those bad boys out. I'm sure there are a few good laughs hidden in there.
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