Periodically {like once a year or so}, my brother sends me the sweetest pieces of nostalgia from our childhood. Today I opened the mailbox and found a package with the following note:
Do You Remember The Times?
- We went to Canada every summer?
- We lived at 603 King Street?
- You ripped off the van door?
- We went to "Splashdown" every summer?
- You were me and Angela's mediator? Oh wait... :)
- We lived in Tennessee?
- We played in the snow in Sarnia?
- I lived with y'all in NC and was charged line by line - "that's $1.28 for a bowl of cereal"
- The family reunions in log cabins?
- We all had your Mazda 626 and TVs and clothes and art pieces
- Spot {our dog}.
- Trampolines
- Home Renovations
- Youth Group
- College
Inside the package was a stack of OLD pictures he had found on a recent visit home. What a sweet trip down memory lane...
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