I have a lot of old possessions in plastic containers and boxes at my parents’ house. Just a lifetime of personal effects that collect the way that they do. I have been promising mom for awhile that I would take home one bin/box each time we visit.
I finally made good on that promise!… (this is the bin after I sorted through the contents… before that happened, objects were piled high )
I am home from work today because my body made it clear this morning that I needed rest… and I have learned to listen I figured sorting through this box of memories was something simple and productive I could do… and reminiscing is an activity that I enjoy. Plus, I can share the experience, so all is well.
A picture of me with my Godmother’s son, Aaron. We are on the Lake of the Ozarks in Missouri. I am 8 years-old in this picture, rocking a pink tiger sweater. Very late 80′s.
Santa gave me this in 2nd grade. I was excited about it at the time, but I never did any experiments. However, I found a couple Garbage Pail Kids stickers in it as place holders for things I wanted to do.
The first two pages of my scrapbook from senior year of high school.
I painted this around age 17.
One of my favorite books from elementary school.
Pottery class creation from junior year of high school.
Painted black and white photo that I did for photography class freshmen year of high school. (I was at the end of my grunge stage here…)
I miss camping
“Stuff” turns into much more than that when memories are attached…
Sometimes, amidst all the rushing, we stop and reflect on all the little pieces that make up who we are.