It seems that I’ve come to an age where visiting the attic at my parents’ house has become an adventure again. No, it’s not due to the risk of collapsing while climbing the stairs. It’s just that everything I lay my eyes upon is both bringing back great memories and promising the thrill of playing with a new toy, should I decide to take it back to my room. Recently I gave in to such promise coming from a dust covered, white box.
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