Lord have mercy, this list could go on for days. I remember the tiniest details about the most insignificant things – like having a black and white polka dot wallet with a magnetic close flap taken from me in third grade because I couldn’t quit playing with it. It was under the teacher’s desk the rest of the day and every time we walked in or out of the classroom I stared it down. I was disappointed in myself for not having more willpower. And that was third grade. Can you imagine how freaked I am about last week?!