Friday, April 11, 2008
In lieu of channeling my nesting impulse into decorating a nursery (we still have a month before closing on our house) I've been organizing and doing a small packing project each day. Last night involved me going through 2 boxes of my most precious childhood memories, at least I thought they were precious until I went through them again and realized that I don't give a care if I have a poorly cut out silhouette of George Washington or a report on Arthropods that I'm pretty sure came straight out of our World Book Encyclopedia. I didn't even know what grades I'd done them in. Needless to say I let a lot of it go. Besides, I teach school I can walk the halls and see bad cutting jobs any time I want to.
Don't get me wrong. There were treasures to behold as well. My mom had kept a darling little daily journal of my first 2 months of life detailing how I was the world's worst nurser, how Joel said "No" about whether or not they should bring me home from the hospital, and other cute tidbits that were even cuter because they were about me. I also have 4 journals that have recorded every mundane, embarrassing, and otherwise awkward detail of my middle school years complete with the student of the day picture my principal shot with a Polaroid that he held precisely 4 inches from my forehead.
But the thing that might have brought the biggest squeal of excitement from my parched little throat (yes, still battling that cold) was my 80's plastic charm necklace. Remember those? So, what's the favorite item in your box of memories?