If someone asked me my name when I was around 4 years old, I would have answered “Popeye”
We even had birds named Swea’pea and Olive Oyl. It’s definitely fair to say that I loved Popeye. So you can imagine my delight when my brother found my old Popeye sand box mold. Sure it was broken in two, but I was not worried. I would glue it back together.
Unfortunately, when I tried to glue it, another piece would break (and another and another). Now all I have left is this photo.
Sigh.
