So, oh, half my lifetime ago, we went to Stanford and I ran through the Goldsworthy sculpture. We went back, and recreated the old photos! I haven't changed a bit, have I?
So, Dad is working on this book on the Franks Casket, and it's this crazy old box covered in weird codes, and at art class, we all made our own versions of it!
Well, it finally happened. I ate my first Hostess Yodel (TM) and played my first game of Monopoly (TM) all at once. I am now an American kid, at last. Took you long enough, DAD. Verdict on both? AWSOME.