401/003: Memory of the Visit Tin

A trip to a stranger's garden. I always felt such great imagination when we would walk around the gardens of those very big houses. The kind of house that I was sure I would never live in but I could stand in the garden. As we were leaving I asked if I could go in the little shop. I found a small blue and white tin with a hinged lid. It was small enough for coins. I remember it later being in my room and loving it. It could not hold enough coins to buy me that house. Memory 003 of 024 (Collection 401)