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time capsule 8-15-'06: 11:09pm it was over a year ago when my father called me about my old room. when i left for college, i had been in somewhat of a rush, and didn't really do a good job of cleaning up what i left behind. i hadn't really gotten a chance to go back and put things in order since i left. when he got around to renovations on that part of the house, something had to be done. "would you like to come down and go through this stuff, or should i just pitch it all?" i thought about the request for a minute; i had been gone for over three years, and i had done fine without whatever it was that i had left behind, and with my graduation coming up, i knew i wouldn't have enough time to go down there and . there were a few things, however, i knew that i would want to keep. so, i made up a list of things for my dad to look for, and also told him: "if you see anything else that looks like it might be important, go ahead and set it aside." it wasn't until a few weeks ago that i was able to make it back to the tri-cities for long enough to go and pick up the box of things he had complied, which he affectionately called my "time capsule." as i went through its contents, i remembered long-forgotten stories and moments in time. a picture of ruth and i with tri-city americans players. letters to my cousins that, for one reason or another, i never sent. cards from my mother. a collection of pez dispensers. most of it was junk, but i didn't throw any of it away. instead, i placed everything back in the box carefully, to be opened again sometime later, when i feel like remembering again. in the same nostalgic spirit, i decided to re-generate this old journal. i remembered that i had put some poetry up, and wanted to make sure i had copied it down before it was lost forever. when i started reading, however, i could't stop. here, i had recorded in relative detail, parts of my life that i had almost forgotten. it's a time capsule in written form, and although there are things i feel embarassed to have said, and spelling mistakes i would desperately like to correct, i'll let it all be. but unlike my dad's time capsule, i'll continue to add to my story. |
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