Three Dimensional Cardboard Rectangles
I remember when the innocent child in me woke on eves of Yuletide splendor and mornings of Saturday animated drawings. I remember there existed a Pandora’s Box of childhood that I kept in the oddly placed cabinet located behind the dinner table. It was a three dimensional cardboard rectangle that encased the eight wonders of young and imaginative eyes. I cannot, however, remember what the eight wonders were but I know that they existed like the dragons that history calls myth. Maybe a quaint retelling of my precious memories will stir the darkness that clouds my memory and the light of time will shine into the corners of the treasures of my childhood.