when I was young my life was an open book

A common pastime at my primary school was collecting and swapping scraps – die-cut paper images.  The scrapbook was an old paperback, each page containing a single scrap or set – the same design in different sizes.  At playtime, collectors exchanged scrap books and thumbed through the pages, poking scraps of interest out of the top of the book before beginning trade negotiations.

Simple pleasures.