It's lovely, Gary. While I don't have kids, it reminded me of when I was doing renovations before moving into my current house. There's a room upstairs with a crawlspace off of it, and while I was too claustrophobic to go into it myself, my mom crawled in and found a set of tiny books. They looked to be from the '50s and were very colorful children's tales. I could just imagine how that space that looked so tiny to adults must have been a haven for small children. I can picture them curled up and reading or talking or playing or whatever their minds led them to contemplate. Whenever I move i'm going to make sure the books stay with the house. They're such little treasures. Thanks for the memory!