my childhood.

9 Apr
My mom is thinking of selling her house and building another.  I’ve moved and now have a ridiculously large house for one person and a dog.  Both of these mean that every single thing I own is now coming to live with me.

When my mom came for Easter, she brought boxes.  “Here’s your childhood,” she said.

Yup.  Here is is – random doll limbs and naked kids that are born in heads of lettuce.

[There were other things too.  Four formal dresses in varying shades of red, American Girl clothing, and a lava lamp.]

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