Recently, my brother, who is married with 2 kids, purchased my childhood home, forcing my parents to re-locate. It's nice that we're keeping the home in the family and even nicer that it gave me the opportunity to go through so many boxes of goodies my parents kept in our attic. After opening the boxes, the smell of childhood filled the air. Books I read, dolls I played with, my mother's old bridesmaid frocks I used to play dress-up with; it was a veritable time travel to all things innocent and sprightly this past weekend. I took possession of a few of my most valued treasures and cannot wait to return home and rummage through more boxes.
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