Who I use to be ...

I was able to go home to visit my parents this last weekend. It was really fun to be there and the kids loved playing at their house. As we were leaving my mom gave me a box of letters from my youth. Actually they were letters from my friends, none were from me which makes sense. I can't believe how much I wrote when I was younger. The box was bigger then an apple box, probably about the same volume size, but it was still a big box. Half Pint had fun looking through the envelopes looking for cards. I wish I was still in contact with those friends, some I am, but it's strange to think how much I've changed. Makes me wonder if it's for the better or worse? Just thinking...