day 312.

does anyone remember lincoln logs? this has been a week of memories for me.

after years and years, i reunited with this childhood pastime when my mom brought a big tub full of them for jax.

I have memories of laying on the living room floor with my Dad and brothers , building houses with different colored roofs, then placing plastic indians around them like they were fighting. We usually did this in the winter, when it got dark early and there was nothing else to do. 

wow, memories!