Oh, the memories...

I unearthed a treasure trove of long-forgotten goodies whilst cleaning out my closet today. I found a ton of old creative writing assignments and mandatory journal entries from elementary school. I thought I was a normal child until I read some of these things. Apparently, I "loved" science and math back in the day. Oh young Evan, there is so much I need to warn you about...but unfortunately, I cannot.

I also know I was not destined to be an artist...somebody should have told me at a very early age to stop drawing. All of my drawings...utter and complete nonsensical garbage. It's not even cute-good. Additionally, it appears as though I was fascinated by raccoons. Perhaps this was a result of my fascination with the CBC cartoon "The Raccoons". Bert Raccoon and company taught me many valuable life lessons...chief among them being not to attempt to fly a bike, and if you're going to swing on a rope from a tree with a sword, stay focused.

Most of the stuff I found I threw out, but I kept some for nostalgia's sake. I have all my old report cards (good at spelling, bad at tying shoes); all my old trophies/medals/badges; some programs from Oilers games; Whalers and Nordiques fountain pop glasses (potential Ebay material?); the flashcards my parents used to teach me words; hilarious Mother's Day/Father's Day cards ("I help my Dad out by letting him sleep"), etc. I also found a bunch of coupons I made for mom and dad (like finishing my vegetables, picking up toys), but they're well past the expiry date I assigned to it. I will pick up after myself, but I'm still not going to finish my peas.