that reminds me...

Posting that big about cards reminds me of when I was little and I had this fear of throwing things away because I'd never see them again. It all began with a Spiderman balloon. My first memory of helium baloons. Jeff got a Spiderman and I got a butterfly. He let it go and in his typical philosphic way (many of my memories of Jeff from when we were little are him saying something profound...maybe its just what I remember) said that it would go all the way up to atmosphere and then burst. That saddened me. And then I started to not want to throw anything away because I'd never see it again. Dad told me we'd get me a big box to keep all my papers in so I wouldn't have to be never see them again. I don't know how long it was until I figured out that this was indeed, the whole point of trash collection. How big would that box have to be if I kept it since then? Sure am glad I didn't do it and don't have to deal with it now.