Well, Summer is almost to an end.
That means that my mom wants me to go through all of my old childhood items so that she can either get rid of them, or hide them under the staircase or something.
While I was following her orders, I discovered all of these memories that I had completely forgotten about: Birthday cards, photos, and drawings I made as a kiddo.
Who knew that I was even the kind of person to draw? That is SO NOT me now. Not from lack of trying, believe me, more from lack of skill. But what I didn’t expect to find is my old life. While I was looking through these old, rustic boxes, I realized that I don’t even know that girl anymore. It was more like looking through a stranger’s memory box. (That’s a little drastic, I know, but you get my point).
How is it possible that I have changed so much in the past 5/10 years? I had different friends (some I ended up blocking on Facebook a few years later and have yet to unblock), I had a different “style”, I was just flat out a completely different person. Who knew I would be where I am today, back when those drawings and pictures were being drawn/taken.
This is not a sad “I miss who I was” story. This is a story about life and how it goes on. It is a story about finding yourself and realizing it was all of those steps and old memories that led you to the person you are today.
I am happy with the person that I am today. I hope you are too.
I think that is the neatest thing.