Life anew

Okay, so I'm still cleaning out the attic, and the last several boxes have unearthed some great baby toys circa 1977. It was like a trip through time, as I unwrapped a couple of My Pretty Ponies, the Cabbage Patch Kids (with birth certificates), and all the Fisher Price stuff. I was amazed how well they have withstood the test of a hot Houston attic, about 33 years and a couple of moves. My intention was to give everything to a local charity, but I've since had second thoughts. As I washed and re-packed the toys, I had a sweet vision of my grandchild playing with them when he/she comes to visit. I imagined my regaling the little one about the Cabbage Patch black market in the early 1980s or the time Em decided to sell the whole stable of her Pretty Ponies for 25 cents at a garage sale or how we used to have puppet shows with the Fisher Price little people stuck to the ends of our fingers. Best of all I had a glimpse of recognition as we settled on the floor in happy play.