I personally hate to clean. I especially hate to do spring cleaning. But coming over to my mom house to clean out my closets of old clothing bring me back to the old days when I would wear them. The Memories of going to the zoo, living up in Canada, and even some high school cloths brought a tear to my eye. In that tear was the age old question: What the hell was I thinking when I wore this crap.
See you on the other side
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