Whilst antiquing, I stumbled upon another old suitcase. It was locked but we loved it so much that we decided to commit to a few weeks of combination trial and error until we got it.

Adam ended up guessing it about an hour after we brought it home! And then he claimed it for himself and all of his video game storage issues were solved.

(or, as my brother put it so adeptly, “All of YOUR issues with Adams video game storage were solved.” Yes Liam, precisely!)

Me, unknown grade/age because my mother didn’t write anything on the back of the photo, probably because she had 6 kids and was trying to stop #4 from strangling #3 (We were allowed to choose our own names when we turned 10- until then we went by numbers. Don’t judge, it was just easier that way. )