There are a two things that always inspired feelings of wonder in me when I was child, trunks (the kind that you store things in) and lockets. I don’t know anyone who wears a locket in real life- including me, though I do think this one is quite cute.
I remember buying a locket at Disney World and never finding a picture small enough to put inside. I gave up on lockets after that, but when I was about 13 I asked for and received a trunk for Christmas. I proceeded to put in special pictures, every Christmas and birthday card I ever received, school memorabilia, and special souvenirs. I kept adding to my trunk until I was about 25, and by then it was filled to the brim.
About a year ago, I decided it was time to stop cluttering my parent’s house with my junk as I was making a new house with Masa. Looking back, I think it was a subconscious way of me letting go of my old life and starting a new one.
I pulled the trunk out and I found some pretty
embarrassing cute stuff.
I also found some blue ribbons from some high school language competitions,a Tinkerbell music box, and lots of X-Men trading cards,
But, wait! I found something amazing at the bottom of the trunk. Something that is possibly worth a small fortune in some circles.
I was a huge fan of the Baby-Sitters Club growing up. I loved artsy Claudia, cool Stacy, and I could totally relate to Mallory who had a huge family. I am not sure where I got this postcard book from, but it is in great condition. It is about 40 pages of postcards which are reprints of the book covers. I never ripped out a page and used them as postcards. As a result, I am sure this is worth about a million dollars!
I am so glad that I got a trunk and put all of my treasures inside it. It was amazing to go back and see all of the things that were dear to me when I was 13 years old and on. I must admit that sometimes I would cringe at some of the things I had packed in their- love poems to boy, notes to friends where I tried so hard to be “cool,” and some pictures of my 1990’s fashion choices. The absolute worst was a diary entry where I went on and on about how I would never get a boyfriend– MORTIFYING!
No matter how cringe-worthy some of the things were it was really heartwarming to finally act out a scene from a long forgotten book which kindled my interest in trunks- an old woman sits in an attic and opens a dusty old trunk. She goes through her treasured memories and smiles at all she has done and sits happy with her memories.