When a flood came into our house, it destroyed a lot of items. I was not home during that time. I was somewhere.
Sometimes, when I am alone and I look around our house, it makes me remember things that were once there and things that were part of my growing up years. Here are some: This was part of my grade school lunch box.
Besides the VHS, this gave me my first karaoke experience.
I love seeing my mom create curtains with a machine that looks like this.
My friends love to give me letters and i kept it in a box.
I love flipping the thin pages of these books.
The flood destroyed those items in our house. I have learned to let go. They are just memories. Remembering them just makes me smile.
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