I found in my mother's archive a school notebook I used in the first grade, and promptly started on scanning it to preserve it for posterity!
My mom then continued to assure me of swift and painful retribution she would unleash upon me if anything happened to the original, because I can not apparently be trusted with it and why don't I come visit more often and that shirt doesn't go with those pants and how come I landed such a perfect wife being an asshat that I am and so forth.
I love my mom.