If a woodchuck could
Thursday, June 24, 2010
My mom is clearing out a small storage room in her basement. A bunch of my stuff from my teen years is still there. She skyped me and held various items up to the camera and asked what I wanted to do with them. Of course I didn't even remember that these things were there. Apparently I collected bits of driftwood at one stage. I do remember as a child making a sculpture with a piece of driftwood that looked like a tree branch and gluing litle clam-like shells on as butterflies. This was in the days before video games. I told my mom she could give these pieces of wood back to nature.
