Some photos from childhood, found them bunched up in an old shoebox. Somehow, these photos didn’t end up in my Mom’s photo albums… I wonder what happened. Then one day, I thought of putting them in a scrapbook. That was sixteen years ago! This is my very first scrapbook, done the traditional way — using papers and scissors. Captions and snip-its cut from ordinary magazines… back then, I had no idea of acid-free and lignin-free stuff. (Special thanks to my uncle, Tito Art, who took most of these photos –> you inspired me to do the same for my kids, and of course to my Mom, who made sure that we had such an enjoyable childhood. You’re beautiful, Mom!)