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My first memory of using this suitcase was packing all my belongings, and leaving home. There comes a time in life when you must leave the nest. To journey beyond the safety of your home, and start a new life. My grand journey took me all the way to the sidewalk…then I turned back and returned home…. I was 4 years old… and that was the first (and only) time I ran away from home. I don't think I needed to run away ever again because I really showed my parents I meant business… and you could tell they where shaken by their little boy and his suitcase… the boy that ran away. As I walked back… dad never actually looked up from his newspaper… and mom continued to cook Mac and Cheese… but I'm sure I shook them to the core with my independence. Just a little boy and a suitcase. That suitcase has been with me ever since. 40 years I have had that suitcase. As a child it held the toys that I loved… and then in high school I transferred all my artwork into the little plaid suitcase. Once in I college, I kept my cartoons in the suitcase as well. For the last 20 years this suitcase has contained all the cartoons I have ever drawn… Time moved on… the little plaid suitcase got older and the cartoons held inside deteriorated. Now all these years later the little suitcase delivered my cartoons into the present… and in the present, technology is ready to start to fix 400 cartoons that have aged with time. From suitcase to scanner… Zanyee is ready to start the journey again.