In sixth grade I remember covering one of my text books with, of all things, aluminum foil. Then I took a Tigerbeat magazine and cut out every picture I could find of the Beatles.  I glued (as best one can glue paper to foil) picture after picture of John, George and Paul all over the front of the book.  On the back, I glued only pictures of Ringo.  Don't ask.  I don't know why he was my favorite, but he was.  I then took cellophane and s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d it over the entire book and taped it (again, the best one can tape cellophane to aluminum foil).  When I say all the girls in my class were jealous ... I'm exaggerating.  LOL  I didn't give a hoot if they liked it or not.  I'm was a crafty kind of a girl.  When I say crafty, it means I liked to play with glue, construction paper, etc -- not that I was crafty as in sly.  *grin*

In junior high and high school, we had to be serious about our studies and treat our books like we respected them.  I LOVE books ... I would NEVER deface a book!  However, I also loved Paul ... Paul of Forever Love Paul, not Beatle Paul.  By my sophomore year of high school I graduated from falling hopelessly in love with rock stars who didn't know I was alive to being hopelessly obsessed with real, live boys who didn't know I was alive.  Although, never once was I crestfallen because Beatles Paul or Ringo passed me in the hall and didn't notice me.  The only person who could achieve that sort of emotional wreckage was Forever Love Paul.

Anyone remember actually taking a paper bag out of the cupboard, cutting out the bottom, slitting it up the side and using it to make a bookcover for a school book?  There were four school aged kids in our house.  We FOUGHT for paper bags.  Ahhh, those were the days.  A stinging forearm and half a paper bag in hand -- the other half in a sibling's hand.

I don't know what year I did it, but at one time I covered a bookcover with different versions of "Paul" ... in cursive, block print, with flowers, dots ... you name it, I came up with at least fifty ways to write Paul.  I don't think I would have done this while I was in school with Paul because there was a very good chance he or his sister might see it.  I'm nearly certain I did it the year after I moved away and was at a different school.

Not long ago, I was going through some boxes while digging for more Paul memorabilia (of which there is much).  In one box,, I found a wax paper sandwich bag -- is my age showing?  The contents of the box had been joustled so much in several moves, the poor bag and it's contents was even more cumpled.  Inside the bag were several pieces of brown paper, kinda crumpled and torn.  I opened the bag and pulled out the pieces carefully.  When I turned them over, I was amazed to see what they were.  I pieced them together and snapped a picture.

Ahhh, love's debris.  Well, not really debris because although I tore and cumpled it up, I obviously couldn't bring myself to dispose of it AND I've held on to it for thirty-nine years!  Is that normal?