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Cool, but where did you mail the scraps? Why did you choose to shred those particular checkbooks? Give us more info!

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They're my parents' checkbooks from our old, horrible house. I remember my mom sitting at the dining room table, head in hand, looking at the money disappearing. It made me feel powerless -- I was just a kid, born poor to young parents. Unable to do anything at all to control my future (or so I thought.)

Money comes and goes, and that doesn't bother me. The powerlessness is all. I've taught myself many life skills, but sometimes, I still feel like the child who grew up in "that house."

The scraps were used as packing material. The plastic egg contains a Cadbury egg left over from Easter, and they were mailed to a web-acquaintance, someone I've never met in person, but the first one I could find a mailing address for.

(no subject)

I can absolutely understand your situation. It's quite painful to live with.