My dad traveled a lot when I was younger for his job as an engineer. Every time he visited an exciting place (AKA anywhere other than central Missouri), he made an effort to bring a souvenir back for me and my siblings.
A wrap skirt from Mexico. A wooden kaleidoscope from Colorado. And my favorite: a turtle figurine from France.
I named him Turtel, believ…
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