Right from my childhood days I was always  exited when my mother went for school tours..I can still recollect the little me waiting eagerly for her arrival...I used to snatch her bags as soon as she step home ..Was sure the bag contained something which could light me up...Days passed...time flew....But I remain the same..old curious brat waiting for my mother 's bag after the tour....and still whatever stuff she has for me brightens me like anything ....