I began to browse among bookshelves.

Anybody got a dustcloth?

A  workbook I filled out in 1995 was hidden under a pile of magazines.

What an experience it was revisiting myself thirteen years ago.

I was the happy mother of a teen-ager.  Today I am the happy mother of a grown-up married lady.

There was several pages that required you to draw pictures of how you saw yourself.

 In one I gave myself spinning wheels instead of legs.

And not one section mentions the Internet! 

When required to draw what I looked like relaxing I am reading a book and drinking tea.

Interesting.

Bet some of you are wondering what Shelfari is right?

Go to my mine and see - it’s actually quite a lot of fun.

My Shelfari