me, myself and I

My mom is the ultimate pack rat. Ordinarily, I scold her "get rid of that junk."

However, her I-might-need-it-someday habit worked in my favor. Among the saved boxes was old schoolwork including a project from second grade.
Me, Myself, and I is made from pages of lined and construction paper, bound with metal (now very rusty) round head fasteners.


How did I know, at age seven, where i was going?