Yesterday, a kind gentleman sent me a memory of childhood that transported me back into a melancholy delight. Remember the Cinderella and Thumbelina records on the old 45 portable record player? He found them!

They’re under comments on the old post … I CAN’T BE EVERYWHERE. I remembered what it felt like to be seven. I could almost feel the pigtails and ribbons in my hair again …

Thank you, Ryan!