Children reach into the box to find a number. After the number has been pulled out of the box the child identifies the number and finds the corresponding counting card. (Mystery box was made by cover a Kleenex box with construction paper and place foam numbers inside. Counting ring was made with different stickers 1-10)
is it so bad that I want to visit a place like this before I die? I can't help the feeling I have towards these beautifully mysterious structures that just sit there lost, hopeless and forgotten. there's so much we can learn and appreciate from these places. why are some homes lived in and loved, while others discarded like they are worthless? so many haunting thoughts race through my mind as I see places like this. what are their stories and why are they never told?