I've been thinking about them a lot the past few days because I threw away a lot of artwork from my original K-12 collections, and maybe they would have liked to see it?* I'd drafted a small apology to them in my head which I was going to post here. But, last night they showed up in my dream. There were four of them. College age. They were standing by my bed and chatting it out between them. I felt like I was listening to a podcast, and I kept thinking to myself that I had to remember everything they said. The only thing I remember now is thinking that they were really smart. And the oldest, a boy said, "Our job is really hard!"
*Don't worry, I saved the mud finger paint piece I did of a human sacrifice in the 3rd grade (after watching Joe v. the Volcanoe).