So we’re still going through old family photographs, and a definite and perhaps worrying trend has emerged from my childhood. The photographs are cute, for sure, but why do so many of them feature me holding, sitting on, or being photographed with a bucket? Though no one remembers exactly why, but apparently I had a childhood thing for buckets. You learn something new every day.

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