76: All the childhood memories

Yesterday was...average. More or less. I'm one-thumb blogging because the baby toddler has decided he needs to be carried all the live long day, so forgive me if this isn't of the highest quality!

I guess the high point of yesterday was probably going through a box of random childhood stuff I found in a closet. I am quite certain it's the contents of that drawer my mom threw all the things in- art projects, report cards, newspaper clippings. It had random things from kindergarten all the way up through high school. It was easy to toss some of it, and others I felt I had to keep, at least to show my sister or husband for a laugh.

In case you were wondering, my sister is OK and my parents are fine.

There were colored pictures, cabbage patch kid birth certificates, items from my beloved elementary school pin collection, report cards, and random photos. I laughed so hard with each treasure I pulled out.

I chatted with my mom later about the delicate balance of keeping some items to help hang on to certain memories, but not keeping so much that you need to drag a Rubbermaid the size of a crib around with you from house to house.

I decided what would probably be best would be for me to photograph things like pictures, art and newspaper clippings and make a photo book out of them. My confidence in myself getting the whole project completed is low. It would be great to whittle the things to keep to fit in a small(ish) tub while still hanging on to those things that I love, but it will also take time and make a mess. Extra time and patience for messes are both low these days, as we prepare to sell our house.

I'm still putting it on my to do list, as my boxes from age 5-22 are crazy huge. #someday

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