Bad Grammar and the Detritus of a Childhood

Remember mix tapes? Walkmans? The phone trees that schools used to send out to families, back before all information was conveyed by email? How about those free trial CDs that AOL was forever mailing to everyone, in the early days of the internet? And printer paper with perforated edges? For that matter, remember floppy disks??

All these and more I've been sifting through, as I sort, clean and ruthlessly dispose of things from my childhood bedroom.

Also, look, I found old middle school German tests! My grammar was so strikingly bad!

(I'm sure I'll have more to say about being back in the US once it's settled in a bit more... For now, I'm in an odd sort of limbo, and don't know quite where I am. Patience!)