Protector

I’d like to protect my possessions for as long as possible. It takes a lot of thought and soul searching for me to throw something out.

These are a few things I’ve gathered over the years.

• Stubs from movies, museums, zoo’s, and theater’s I’ve been to. Today I started writing the names of the people I attended the events with on the the back.
• I have close to 10 journals, I’ve written at least one entry in each. Some hold old love letters, birthday cards, or loose paper I’ve expressed myself on.
• All the college textbooks I’ve used…that’s 2 full years of books. I’ve kept most of my notebooks too.
• I have Disney movies on video tapes, and two medium sized boxes under my bed full of little trinkets from camps I’ve attended and my first romance.
• I still have a large part of my barbies, teddy bears, and dolls from my JHS years and up…yea I played with dolls for quite a while.

I realized how much I gathered as I re-organized and cleaned my room today. I suppose this is my thing. I save things…but not just anything. It must be something I hope to remember for the rest of my life. I have this fear of forgetting the details of those once in a lifetime moments. Of not being able to tell my kids stories about my adventures. So I collect things that I know will help me remember. It’s also the reason why I’m extremely descriptive in my journal entries (and fiction stories). I want to know exactly how I felt, who I was with, and be able to relive it despite my age.

These objects are literally my memories. I know it will be hard to keep this up until I’m married and with children (and grandchildren) but my memory is horrible, I need this.