Today, stuck inside on another one of the dreary days in Nova Scotia, I was supposed to be cleaning my room. Under my bed lies the one thing I'd save in a fire... my memory box. In that box it holds certificates, medals, pictures, art, duo tangs from grades one to six, post cards from Australia and Peru to Paris and London, cards from family members who have passed and much more! As I was searching through that I saw a password and username that lead me to a bunch of priceless slideshows :)
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