Memory Box

I’ve been sifting through boxes of memories — the accumulated papers from my youth.

As I grab each handful of faded pages, drunken journal entries, glowing fourth grade report cards, conflicting judges’ sheets from speech meets, crude first grade drawings, crazily folded letters, I am pulling more than paper onto my lap.

Each handful takes me on a journey of arched eyebrows, revised recollections, unexpected reflections, welcome confirmations, kaleidoscopic perspectives, internal questioning, satisfied appreciation, and, thankfully,

barking laughter.

My next few posts will present snapshots from the memory boxes.

This one may be my favorite. It’s simple. It’s revealing. It’s from some point in my elementary school years. It’s:

What I Like About Me

#10?

Meet #7.

I mean, among other things.

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Published by Jocelyn

There's this game put out by the American Girl company called "300 Wishes"--I really like playing it because then I get to marvel, "Wow, it's like I'm a real live American girl who has 300 wishes, and that doesn't suck, especially compared to being a dead one with none."

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  1. Hah! Even then?! That’s some good foreshadowing there – the “comiedian” part, not the “good in spelling” part 🙂

  2. Wait, that came out wrong! Because you *are* good in spelling … oh, never mind. You know what I mean!

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