A couple weeks ago, my dad brought me several boxes of stuff from his basement. In one of the boxes were some diaries that my mom kept while I was a child, complete with photographs and lots of school artwork. I was blown away to rediscover my childhood creativity 33 years later, and I'm so grateful that she saved everything she could.
Among the treasures was a series of crudely made "books" that I made in kindergarten class at age 4. Each book features a letter of the alphabet, and drawings of different things beginning with that letter.
Today's post is brought to you by the letter "R":
Ruth Ann" was my best friend at school, and "Rick" is my dad. I think I did a pretty good job of capturing his portrait - this is me with Rick at age 4: