Petting their beards understandingly, ICCH knew just the kids for the job. My siblings and I packed our trash bags and again, we were on the move.
I can't in all honesty tell you much detail about the happenings here, so this year will be a massive dumping of memories with my parents.
Year three was a little lighter-hearted. Well, it was much lighter, actually. This year was fun.
CAUTION: This post contains sensitive material and may be a trigger for some audiences. NSFW.
You are worth something.