Dustin and I are moving in a couple weeks into a new place. While packing, I pulled down a box from the top shelf of our closet to find it full of childhood memories. Here are some snap shots:
It’s strange how small objects from my childhood are vaguely familiar but bring up such strong emotions. I feel such a loyalty to the piggy bank missing an eye and my glasses from when I was in 3rd grade. I remember being lonely for friends and writing that note to God. Each one of these things represent a precious time to me and can’t just simply be tossed in the trash. So back in the old, beat-up box they go until I discover them again years from now.