orting through old belongings revealed an amusing relic that I've long forgotten, a clay cast of my foot made while I was going to preschool in Japan in 1977 (where I lived until I was six years old).
Even now, I have crisp memory of making the impression - all of us lined up with our socks off, the wad of clay we were told to step into and the presentation of the glazed, kiln-fired casts a week later to our class.
Photos:
Japanese script highlighted for easier reading ...
"My, how you've grown!"
PS: For those of you new parents, or parents-to-be (badwolf, patrissimo, choiceful, loyale, and tigresa, as far as I know), making a clay cast is fun and easy, and I'm sure it will delight your childrens' adult selves as much as mine did for me.