Last summer, my mom finally got tired of looking at all the junk I still had at her house. The solution: ship it to me. In November, a truck full of boxes arrived at my front door and unloaded everything from a bedroom set to books to trash. No seriously, trash. They were instructed to pack up everything in my old room, which included the trash can that had yet to be emptied.
Let's pretend that today isn't the second day of April and that it didn't take my husband and I a grand total of 4 months to actually get all this stuff unpacked (because it really did). I've been cleaning out the guest bedroom and that meant actually putting all this stuff away. Hidden among the huge box of Beanie Babies, the five (5!) Furbies, and the collection of CDs were a few gems that I'd all but forgotten about.
One of these things was a little clown (not the creepy kind) doll. It's bald now, thanks to one of my family's dogs, but it used to have bushy white hair, a white face, and cute pink and purple pajamas on. I bought it the summer before I started fifth grade. Actually, I bought a different one. My friend bought this one and we switched. It was just before her family moved overseas for three years (which has turned into a permanent arrangement) and we thought that having them would remind us of one another.
Turns out the only thing I forgot was the doll. We were pen pals for the longest time, sending letters back and forth across the Atlantic Ocean and waiting upwards of a month for a response. Around high school, we both got email and our response times became much faster. Since then, we've stayed in touch through Facebook and other social media outlets. Considering that we were only kids at the time she left, I find the fact that we are even still in touch pretty amazing.
So back to the doll. It's hideous at this point. I know I said it wasn't creepy, but with the mostly bald head, it kind of is. It's still going on the shelf (at the very back though) in the new guest room. Not as a reminder of a friend that I rarely see, but as a reminder that certain things, like love and friendship, endure no matter what.
Do you have any little mementos?
Let's pretend that today isn't the second day of April and that it didn't take my husband and I a grand total of 4 months to actually get all this stuff unpacked (because it really did). I've been cleaning out the guest bedroom and that meant actually putting all this stuff away. Hidden among the huge box of Beanie Babies, the five (5!) Furbies, and the collection of CDs were a few gems that I'd all but forgotten about.
One of these things was a little clown (not the creepy kind) doll. It's bald now, thanks to one of my family's dogs, but it used to have bushy white hair, a white face, and cute pink and purple pajamas on. I bought it the summer before I started fifth grade. Actually, I bought a different one. My friend bought this one and we switched. It was just before her family moved overseas for three years (which has turned into a permanent arrangement) and we thought that having them would remind us of one another.
Turns out the only thing I forgot was the doll. We were pen pals for the longest time, sending letters back and forth across the Atlantic Ocean and waiting upwards of a month for a response. Around high school, we both got email and our response times became much faster. Since then, we've stayed in touch through Facebook and other social media outlets. Considering that we were only kids at the time she left, I find the fact that we are even still in touch pretty amazing.
So back to the doll. It's hideous at this point. I know I said it wasn't creepy, but with the mostly bald head, it kind of is. It's still going on the shelf (at the very back though) in the new guest room. Not as a reminder of a friend that I rarely see, but as a reminder that certain things, like love and friendship, endure no matter what.
Do you have any little mementos?
Lol, that is cruel. My mother totally hates clutter, so what I did not take with me when moving out, got tossed. No memories of me left behind.
ReplyDeleteOf course I still have memento's. Like some trophy's. For instance, one year I won the girls chess match of the whole city. Which sounds impressive, until I say there were only 3 of us competing. I still don't know why I could beat all the girls, every time, but not the boys.
Most memento's are pictures, but I also have the stuffed animal I got as a baby. A grey cat, and my mother made a new tail for it once. It is somewhere in the attic, but I know it will be there for 40 years more.