When I went up into my old treehouse, guess what I found? An old memo box my grandmother had given me, with Hello Kitty on it. I looked it up, and it's from 1976! When I opened it up, I found the oddest thing inside. A little fluffy chick.
Go figure.
After a minute of confusion, I remembered my best friend and I hid a two-dozen pack of little easter chicks all around my treehouse in fourth grade. Most of them were balanced on the window ledge or in-between floorboards, so rarely any survived the five years.
Except one little chick.
Funny how the smallest of things bring back floods of memories.
xoxoxo,
Audrey
