I have been nostalgic all my life. I've held on to every note, picture, movie ticket , bag check label my entire life . For some reason ( blessing or curse ) I've realized the importance of memories or looking back on life.
When Jmn and I bought a house I brought majority of that stuff with me . Who am I kidding? When I moved out of my parents house I brought majority of my stuff with me . But for some reason I left a box of journals and a bag of notes. A couple weeks ago when my grandparents were in Seattle I went to the house and grabbed the box. THIS BOX SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN LEFT UNSUPERVISED.
This was a creative writing assignment from 11th grade? Sooo 2004/2005. I'm guessing it had to do with expressing how you felt about your classmates?
This was a creative writing assignment from 11th grade? Sooo 2004/2005. I'm guessing it had to do with expressing how you felt about your classmates?
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