I am in Hunnermile sorting through some of the bits I left behind when I first left home to live in Kamloops. Some of the finds have put a solid grin on my face.
I found my ticket stub from the solo trip I took to Europe when I was 12. Apparently mum took some heat for letting me do that.
I found momentos from my earliest forays into strategic long term investing.
The tooth fairy was clearly trying to corner the market on teeth. It was pretty evident to me that while the ivory mine in my face was likely only to produce spare teeth during a short time window, this tooth fairy character was offering cash payouts barely greater than the return on investment for an hour spent digging in couches for lost copper. My Dutch mercantile heritage demanded I hedge on a few teeth in case there was a market shift.
Also, I clearly wasn’t awesome at brushing my teeth, as judged by the impurities in said ivory.
Surprisingly, it turns out I was a bit of a shit in highschool. I found some old samples of my homework and exams. How I passed anything is baffling. Apparently I was always willing to sacrifice grades for an opportunity to be cheeky. A favourite was found in a grade ten history exam where my long-answer response to a query about the key differences between World War I and II focused on the relative stylishness of the hats worn by the soldiers.
Nowme is entertained by the antics of yesterme and impressed by the tolerance and patience of yesterme’s instructors.