I still remember that night vividly. I had just returned home from university, and I mean home home. I had finished all of my exams and returned North to my hometown. I would work here all summer to pay for my tuition the following year. That night was a Friday, my first Friday since coming back, and I spent it going through boxes and barrels of various packed items.
I normally hate packing and unpacking, as these are easily the worst part about moving. This was different. I needed to go through our storage room and decide what was worth keeping and what we could sell or throw away. This included three large barrels absolutely filled with my childhood toys. Basically, if I had played with something as a kid, it was in one of those barrels. I spent that night sorting through this and reliving my childhood. Continue reading