Books, Books, Books

I've been helping my Mom sort through and rearrange things while I'm here. I found a bin with a lot of my papers and artwork from when I grew up. One of the things that I noticed was how many books I made while I was growing up. I remember my first diary (it was a gift from my parents in fourth grade. It had a little lock on it.) I don't remember having made so many books from paper though. Funny how things are. The next time I'm here, I'm going to try to take pictures of the paper books as I know there are some stored in the Christmas bins. When I was little, I either always had a doll, book or paper and crayons in my hand. If I was lucky, it was all three. I was always drawing and making little things out of paper. Some things haven't changed.