Orange tapes. So many orange tapes.
Playing cards:
Goin’ fishin’:
Keeping everything important to you in this box:
Staring at the stars:
See-through EVERYTHING:
The PAIN of stepping on one of Barbie’s combs:
Horribly unreliable, yet fashionable inflatable furniture:
The importance of parachute day:
A show that made grocery shopping look fun:
“Water go down the hole.”
Learning what art is all about:
Finding your way around town:
Sniffin’ some crayons:
Little gold books on the shelf:
The coolest bedroom you’ve ever seen:
The tallest cheese structure ever built, the Leaning Tower of Cheeza:
Trying and failing to play one of these:
Reading (and touching) this book:
Destroying your tongue on these:
Walking into a classroom and seeing THE HOLY GRAIL:
The sweet smell of jelly sandals:
Some hardcore math:
Still tearing up over this:
Building planes:
The best day of the year:
The dynamic duo:
This piece of magic:
Whipping these around your room:
The gang:
Entering the busy world of Mr. Scarry:
Proposing:
All out war:
Your pal Bob keeping you company when you were home sick:
Winning the cereal jackpot:
Waking up in the best way possible:
The perfect summer treat:
Gum for the business person inside all of us:
Knowing this rhyme by heart:
The magical combination of wild animals and magazines:
This before every movie:
The lie that was “anti-skip protection”:
The other gang:
Brownies from another universe:
Chatting with a damn robot:
Witch hands around Halloween:
Or witch hands literally any other part of the year:
Taking a long drag off one of these bad boys:
The only story that ever mattered:
Your main man Pierre Escargot:
And the wise, wise words of Mr. Feeny: