In the attic…

I love going through my parents’ attic. The things in there never change, but I always end up finding objects that I passed over on my previous visits. I usually discover a fantastic shirt or dress that my mom had when she was in her twenties (I wish I had known her back then…she would have been my go-to model for photo shoots). Sometimes I find old newspaper articles that my grandparents had cut out, highlighting my dad’s latest achievement (football player, baseball hero, class president, homecoming king…I’m pretty sure I inherited my drive to succeed from him).

This time I found something from when my mom was a child.


In the attic…

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