When I was 6 or 7, I got $60 for my birthday. I’d never gotten much money for my birthday before, but for some reason that year a couple of people gave me money, and all together it came to exactly $60. I was so amazed, I’d never had so much money at one time before. Mom took me to Children’s Palace (big toy store) to spend it, and I felt like I was rich, like I could walk in and by anything. I don’t remember what all I bought, but it was a lot of stuff, and they gave me the biggest bag to put all my stuff in.
I’m not sure what made me think of that. I guess it’s just because I’ve been doing a lot of figuring lately to plan for next year’s trips and things.
I’m leaving in a few minutes to see On the Razzle. I’m bored, I finished up what I was working on a few minutes ago and now I don’t want to start anything else ’cause I’m leaving in a few, but I can’t leave yet. Blah.