box in the attic
I avoid my attic at all costs. It's funny, when I was a kid, I tried to convince my mom to let me live up there, and of course it seemed like a good idea. Now all of the remnants of my childhood are up there and I'm not sure if I'm scared to remember or just too nostalgic to deal with it all.
Every time I go home for a week or more (which is very, very rare as it is) my mom tries to get me to go up there and sort through my things for a garage sale or the garbage. Neither sounds appealing; I don't want other children playing the toys that once kept me entertained for hours and hours on end. Furthermore, I don't want those toys in the garbage.
Have you visited the toy section of your local store lately? It's pathetic. While it's completely hi-tech, it's so unimaginative. Everything is handed to today's children straight down to the imagination.
There are a few shoe boxes up there that make me cry without fail. Simply put, they are memory boxes with little things from 7th grade through 12th grade... ticket stubs, dried out flowers, photos, old notes from friends... little things to remind me of the people that were in my life at the time and how much we enjoyed each other's company.
On second thought, maybe I should go check out that attic...
Every time I go home for a week or more (which is very, very rare as it is) my mom tries to get me to go up there and sort through my things for a garage sale or the garbage. Neither sounds appealing; I don't want other children playing the toys that once kept me entertained for hours and hours on end. Furthermore, I don't want those toys in the garbage.
Have you visited the toy section of your local store lately? It's pathetic. While it's completely hi-tech, it's so unimaginative. Everything is handed to today's children straight down to the imagination.
There are a few shoe boxes up there that make me cry without fail. Simply put, they are memory boxes with little things from 7th grade through 12th grade... ticket stubs, dried out flowers, photos, old notes from friends... little things to remind me of the people that were in my life at the time and how much we enjoyed each other's company.
On second thought, maybe I should go check out that attic...