My step-father's family was mostly women. Two of my new aunts were real hard chargers, go-getters. They, along with my mother, became the family painting crew. If anyone moved to a new house, my mom & two aunts would go paint the entire interior first. Can I tell you how much I loved paint days? I didn't get donuts very often but there were always donuts on paint day. I still love the smell of paint.
So many great memories of those days, including the day I found a box of Playboy magazines in some basement. My 8 year old brain about imploded. I had no idea girls would take their clothes off & pose like that. 
Then one of my aunts found me & said, "Oh that's not for young ladies," or something like that & when I checked back later - like you know a kid would - the mags were gone.
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