I was in our Fairfax Shopping Center parking lot after work the other night when I saw an old Volkswagen van in beautiful condition. I had to park my car and take a picture of it because it brought back a lot of memories of my childhood in the 1960s and 70s. I spoke to the proud owner of the van who asked me if I collect old cars. I said no — I like old cars, but what really appealed to me about his is that just looking at such a car could suddenly bring back a flood of memories from so long ago, which do not necessarily have anything to do with cars! I remember little league baseball, elementary school, searching for the end of the creek, riding bicycles, playing in our treehouse, and trying to understand girls.