We have been cleaning out our attic this week, to prepare for an upcoming garage sale. The kids love to "help" us decide what should be "saled" and what shouldn't. I have gone through about twenty boxes from my childhood, and finally have purged it down to about eighteen and a half boxes. What progress! The kids are finding lots of fun things from my childhood to play with as a result. Ansley has claimed a turtle that has three baby turtles inside that my Mom and Dad gave me when I had surgery at six. I actually remember it very well. I loved that turtle! But, even though I loved that turtle, I can't remember what I named it even though Ansley keeps asking me to remember. The turtles were a little musty smelling, so we threw them in the wash, and, with the exception of a few eyes, they came out looking and smelling much better. Christian has claimed Perfection, the game where you have to get the shapes in the spaces before it "pops" up and scares us all. Sadly, though, it has made it 10+ years in a hot musty attic but could not survive five minutes with a two-year old. And he has also kept this kaliedoscope, and as he looks through it he says "Mommy, you have lots of eyes. And lots of arms."
It's fun to see my own children playing with the very items that I treasured as a child. I did treasure them, too. All twenty boxes.