I found a box of "keepsakes" in the basement today. Over the course of the last year I've been paring down my possessions, and this trip down memory lane was no exception. I kept a small box of things - old diaries/journals ("I have morons for sisters..." circa 1999), a school project on cats that bears a striking resemblance to lolcats even though its eleven years old, and so on. But I threw out a good seventy percent of it. It was nice to look back on the bizarre child I was, but those items held no meaning when I wasn't looking at them. I couldn't have told you what was in that box before I opened it. So into the trash and donate bins it went. Pieces of my childhood I will never see again.
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