I can remember back to when I was maybe 7 or 8 years old. I was a cub scout. Each week we made a project of some sort using Popsicle sticks or crayons or old tin cans. The one I remember most, for some reason, was a paper mache bear. Layers of icky slimy paper soaked and stuck together and put in the oven. Then, of course, the painting of the
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