These little boxes of books were my dad's when he was little. Once I came along, they sat in my room until I was in college. Now they will be passed to a new generation.
The tractor was also my dad's. It sat on a shelf in my room for as long as I can remember. The clock was mine. It doesn't keep time any more, but still plays the Mickey Mouse theme song (although slowly). My mom always teased that Goofy was my dad---after many years of trying, my parents received some Disney magic while at Disneyland. I figure, maybe there's a little Disney magic left for me.
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