We have been
gathering items for the "no, really, I promise this is the last yard sale
we will ever do" yard sale. Our home has been in the process of downsizing
and simplifying for a few years now but when expenses outweigh income you get
creative. This time we dug deep, even going into the attic storage. While we
did clear out some retro clothing, aka "someday that's going to fit
again" and old holiday decor, we found the boxes of memories and
sidetracked ourselves a bit.
There were boxes of
the usual mementos like photos, cards, letters, baby toys, Hot Wheels, Dukes of
Hazzard model of the General Lee still sealed, etc. but the memorabilia I
treasure most was finding my old creative writing collection.
What a variety of
essays in that treasure trove! I had some writings from elementary school about
jack-o-lanterns melting off the fence posts as they rotted and little mice
carrying 20 books home from the library. I suppose it's safe to say I had a
wild imagination!
Eventually I moved
on to high school and college assignments that included a story about a single
raindrop on the window or stories of friendships. There were two I remember
being so proud of; one was about the free market and one was about smoking that
I titled "Should Americans Have the Right to Kill?" Apparently I've
been a bit adamant in my opinions through time.
It did leave me
curious. When did we stop living in the light and creative mindset and become
so serious? I am grateful to have these documents, as they are long before the
days of computers when it's so easy to save things, but the value I found was
in the childhood stories I wrote and I hope they will inspire me to find that
inner child again.
What about you? Do
you remember your inner child?
2 comments:
Lois, what a great find. Fun and inspiring. You've got a book in you, my dear. I want to be the first one to read it.
Barb Swerdlik.
You'll be one of the first to know if I ever write it Barb.
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