Day 10 = Childhood memory
Yes a gold can of spray paint !?!
Humm..
My grandpa Stickney poured cement for a walk way at his old house in California. He had my brothers and I put our hands in it, with our ages and names. Then he sprayed it Gold. It always made me think of the streets in Heaven. I am sure I could go back to their house in California (they have now moved to Idaho) and find the gold hand-prints. Years later when my dad put up his fence he did the same. Its a weird Stickney thing I guess.
I dont think that is weird... I think it sounds like a beautiful memory!
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