On Good Times

In the vein of themed days of the week, I have decided to enact Memory Lane Mondays. A few of you in the know can call them Pensieve Mondays if you like. These posts may be boring to many of you, but I know I will enjoy writing them. So, if you think they're boring, don't read them. Anyway here is memory number 1: My mom got all her colleagues at work to save the little hole punch circles from their hole punches. Then, one day she brought home from work a shoebox full of "confetti". My sister and I frolicked outside, throwing confetti on each other. Man, that was a good day. Isn't it cool how the simplest things create the best memories? I am going to try and keep this in mind with Levi.