Mark and I stopped by my parent's house tonight after dropping our friend off at the airport. My mom brought out my elementary school graduating year yearbook. This prompted me to finally get around to getting a Rubbermaid container of albums and keepsakes. Even my memories that I stuffed in a closet box years ago are well organized. Giggles were had as I brought out the autograph book from eighth grade and other elementary school yearbooks. Even the school secretary signed my book. We had the obligatory hardy-har-har at my freshman year photo. I was a tiny, tiny girl when I started high school; the photo is really quite comical. In that box of goodies were old photo albums, correspondences from my French speaking Indonesian pen pal, it was a requirement of the high school French class to have an international pen pal to practice language skills, old high school newspapers and there was even the 'Get Well Kleenex' from Jon-anne and Faisal from when I was in the hospital, my skydiving log book, ball room dance competition memorabilia... Good times, good times. It is a time capsule of sorts for me, containing items from kindergarten up through college. I'll have to consolidate similar items I have floating about my house into the box: old journals, my bronze medal from the Conneticut state games. I like to keep my memories organized. Plus it is one less thing in my parent's house now. They have too much that isn't actually theirs in that house. Now my box of memories and goodies are in my own home, I need to take a more careful look at what is in there. Good times. Good times.