My Boxes

So, I have these boxes. There are about 15 of them. They are shoeboxes and they are in the closet back at my parents house (these, my hope chest, and my shelves full of books are the only things that are actually mine in my old room). The reason I started this collection was because when I was in sixth grade my best friend had a boyfriend. And to celebrate this beautiful and sacred week long relationship, she had collected little artifacts that she could call "theirs." There were movie ticket stubs, the CD that they both loved, his notes to her...things like that. This gave me an idea and right then and there I decided that I would start filling a shoebox too, just for me and my memories. Throughout my junior high, high school, and college years I dumped everything from broken keychains to my well kept journals into my boxes. I saved everything that I knew had some sort of feeling attached to it. My plan is to go through it someday and throw out what I don't need (the warranty for my walkman from 7th grade, perhaps) and the rest, well that'll be exciting for my kids to look through someday, won't it?