I’ll admit it, I still have a ton of stuff stashed away at my parents’ house. Boxes of stuffed animals, old mixed tapes, my favorite movies on VHS – even a stray fanny pack or two. I have tried to clean out some of these things, but it’s so hard to part with, or find somewhere else to store these memories from my childhood. But during one of these purges, I did find a bucket full of stamps. Rubber stamps. As in the kind you use with ink pads.