I've never been much of a collector. I had a collection of bears when I was 7. It consisted of a lamp, a handful of bear Beanie Babies, and a glass statue of a bear dressed like a clown. Or possibly a clown dressed like a bear. But these were all given to me--birthday, Christmas, I-saw-this-at-a-garage-sale-and-thought-of-you, that sort of occasion.
Things have changed. Our family has started collecting paper.
It started slow--of course, we both had social security cards, and birth certificates, and then a marriage license. And a baby came and became a collector in his own right--more papers, more official documents.
Our collection has been feeling a little staid, so yesterday, we all three hoped on a bus headed downtown to the county title office. And we added something new to the collection.
Passports.
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