Dad and I went to Albemarle to buy stuff. It was very busy, of course. We bought some things for my brother and mom, and some general things. I have no idea what to get my brother. I wish he were still six. I could buy him some legos or something. You know, toys. I remember when I was little how significant toys were. Maybe significant isn't the right word, but the joy brought about by unwrapping a special toy was nearly vomit-inducing. I remember getting my Knight Rider car, K.I.T and the corresponding action figure of Michael Knight himself. A few years later it was being run over by the turtle van, though.