Some finds from the basement include newspapers from the 1940's complete with war notations in the margins written by my grandpa Donahue and an old box of homework that dates back to nursery school and includes school pictures and books written and illustrated by me. Funny is an ENORMOUS understatement.
I also found more records, red 45's and an old pair of my dad's glasses.
But the best find yet?
A cassette tape of my dad, Erin and I carrying on in the basement.
I was three.
He sings "You are my Sunshine" and my little, tiny voice chirps in every now and then.
I wept like a baby, and feel so damn lucky that such tapes exist.
There is no place like home, in the truest sense.
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