When we were visiting my mom for Thanksgiving, I went exploring in the attic to see if I could find my high school yearbooks. I can’t find them anywhere, so I figured they have to be up there. I never found them, but I did find something that was a great part of my childhood. It is a hand-made, wooden, toy train set. My uncle Ronnie made it for me back in the day, and I have fond memories of skillfully navigating it all over our house as a child. I let Bryson play with it, and guess what, he seemed to like it too!
