Most of us had one growing up. Memories? It was usually the stage for great meals cooked, tantrums thrown, family feuds, etc.---decisions made, food to rot on or tears to cry on. What an old friend, homework to ponder on, wood to carve our initials on: in general, a landscape of our formative development, funny stories, heartbreak, and whatall. That slab of oak, maple, pine or whatever, silently holds your secrets to this day. Anyone want to fess up and confess a few loves of this past sounding board?