Remember when these little cartoons used to be popular? Me too. They were during the days when I used to spend a lot of time at my aunt's house with my cousin Pam. She was fifteen and I was ten. I remember her pink frost lipstick and baby blue eyeshadow. I couldn't wait to be a teenager. She had daisy patches on her blue jeans and carried a leather purse with fringe on the bottom. Tomorrow is slotted for a "girl's day." We are off to explore our favorite antique shops and second-hand boutiques. It's strange to see the stuff from my childhood in antique stores. Bless Kristin's heart for her patience when the mere sight of an object sparks up a memory and she is forced to listen to me reminisce about it. How ironic is life when we throw something out and then hold it years later only to pine for the days it existed as our possession. Of course it's not really the object, but the carefree days of youth when the world was different, that we crave. There's nothing like an easy bake oven or all of its miniature-sized pans to remind me of the days when I discovered how hot a light bulb really does get.
