Nah. I'm sure it has more to do with the years and years of schoolwork she saved. Rightfully so; I operated on near-genius levels until I hit adulthood. Like my dentist says, once you stop growing you're basically just getting older. I always enjoy our little chats.
Anyways, my old brain can't remember exactly, but I think this was a Girl Scout project from sometime around the fifth grade. Sure, I was a socially and physically awkward preteen whose athletic inclinations amounted to playing Tiddly Winks, but I could sure center the hole in my dreamcatcher. Seriously, arts and crafts were the best part of childhood and I'm still holding on for dear life!
