i lick it alot

My mum is moving house in a few weeks, so she has been cleaning out all of her stuff, packing and sorting. Last week she gave me a box of things that she had saved from when I was little: a few baby outfits, school photo’s, report cards, certificates, etc. She also gave me a scrapbook of cards. She made one for both my sister and I, a scrapbook of all of the birthday cards each of us received as children.

Mine starts with all of the cards they received when I was born. I remember this book, I used to look through it each year as she was sticking a new year’s worth in. I remember the smell of the glue she used, and I remember counting the cards each year.

It was my birthday yesterday, so it was funny looking through it again all these years (and years and years) later. Mum had made a neat heading page for each year, listing the date, my age, and where we lived at the time.

I think it was Mum’s intention to keep the cards up until we reached 5, but evidently after that I took over, and pages for the cards when I turned 6 and 7 go a little, um, let’s call it “free-form”. Apparently I was rather proud of turning 7!
It stops after that, so it was either so good being 7 that I no longer needed to record the years from then on, OR I was busy trying to learn how to spell.

I had a nice day yesterday, much quieter than the wild hootenanny last year. Notice I’m not mentioning my age this year, ah-hem…

In any case, lets hope I enjoy this year as much as I licked being 7. hee