My Box of Memories

We all do that thing where when we clean our room, we find something from a long time ago and then take a stroll down memory lane. Let's just say I took a stroll today.

I have a box in my room filled with drawings, cards, pictures, and random stuff  I felt like I might want later on down the road. I found some pretty interesting things in my little Box of Memories but I didn't get nostalgic or misty eyed over past memories. I rejoiced in the fact that I had objects that reminded me of those wonderful times.

I want to list a few of the things in the box:

• duct tape corsage
• white sash that has "Princess" written in gold cursive
• a picture of my very first high school dance with my date

Let's start with the duct tape corsage. Probably one of the sweetest, most unique guys I know made it for me when he asked me to homecoming. He dropped off daisies at my more a few at a time with tags that said "
Will you go to Homecoming with me?" Daisies are my favorite flower so he was pretty smart :) I learned a lot from him and I guess I keep that duct tape corsage as a reminder of how great life could be if you aren't afraid of being different. He made me braver in so many ways and I will always be grateful.

The white sash was from a really fun girls camp that I went to in Park City. It was a princess camp so we stayed in a hotel and we all dressed up as Disney princesses. I was Belle from Beauty and the Best and I wore that sash proudly because I honestly felt like a princess. I keep it because that was such a fun time :)

The picture of me and my high school date is a pretty great one. This guy was super awkward and really quirky but he knew me really well at the time. He asked me by filling up my room with balloons and candy and Dr. Pepper (back when I was addicted to the stuff). It was cheesy but it made me smile. The one thing that I really loved about that night was after the dance (which was in down town Salt Lake) we decided to walk around the Gateway for a little while. I didn't realize I was getting cold but before I could say anything his jacket was around my shoulders. This kid was really quiet and shy to most people, but with me, he was a really sweet friend.

There is something about all of these memories that they all share in common. I really don't talk to the people involved with all of those memories. I like reflecting back on these times in my life by going through my stuff but I'm not completely sentimental or sad. I choose to smile because those memories happened instead of crying because those moments are gone.

What's in your Box?