Today, while helping my parents clean their garage, I stumbled upon an old box of art. Upon closer inspection I soon realized it was actually an old box of my art–lovingly preserved by my dear mother for the sake of posterity. I thought it would be fun to share an assortment of these sketches, paintings, and pastels produced when I was in high school. So, welcome to memory lane . . . it’s kind of like being forced to watch home videos only much easier to escape. Feel free to click the ‘x’ in the upper right-hand corner if you fear nostalgia.