In the past, I've shared What's In My Makeup Bag, What's In My Jewelry Box, and What's In My Purse. Today, I thought I'd share something more personal than any of those: my memory box.
I made this box in my class in first grade, and ever since then, I've used it to keep small but precious artifacts from my life. None of it is valuable in any monetary sense, but this box contains a bunch of little trinkets that have emotional weight for me.
The earliest trinkets I kept were a few icons from my baptism into the Church and a handful of valentines. Because I love valentines. Today, I have a single baptism item in my box: a heart, as a reminder that your heart must be true to the faith. (I mostly kept it because I'm a big heart person. Again, valentines, romance, I'm a sap.) I also have three valentines, one from LaPriel, one from another close friend, and a little cupid image that I drew for my valentines' box in sixth grade.
Next is my collection from the elementary school I went to after I moved in third grade. There's the school logo, cut out from my school t-shirt (the white paint on it is from a senior year tradition). There's also a school bracelet and a piece of wood from the "Spider Tree," where my friends and I played during recess most days. Finally, there's a badge from my very first experience with political campaigning, Ordinance 529, which zoned an area in town for a shopping center with a larger store. My mom was desperate for better shopping options, so we fought hard for that. When I was in middle school, it finally passed.
My middle school collection also has the logo cut out from the school t-shirt, along with two school IDs from the two grades that are taught at our middle school. There's also a school bracelet and a school pen. Finally, there's a hacky sack from the last day I saw my middle school crush before he moved away.
Then there's my orchestra collection, which spans middle through high school. There's an article and a badge from when my middle school orchestra performed at the National Orchestra Festival. There are two badges from the two years I went to All State in high school. Finally there's a small piece from the very first cello string I broke. (They break annoyingly often, and it always scared me to death when it happened.)
My high school collection once again has the school logo from a t-shirt, along with my two tassels from graduation: one that everyone got and one for honor students. There are also two school IDs, one from freshman year and one from senior year, and a pass for Senior Appreciation Night after graduation. I saw my very first movie from the Marvel Cinematic Universe that night (The Avengers), making that the day I joined the Marvel fandom. Last but not least, there's the wrapper from an Italian (or maybe Spanish? French?) chocolate that my high school crush gave me when I was crying in the school library about my fibromyalgia diagnosis.
These pieces come from the LDS Youth Trek I went on after eleventh grade. There's the bonnet I wore, the logo from the official t-shirt, and then a small blue triangle cut from the bandana that marked me as a member of the Obedience group.
As y'all know, I attended Adams State University for my freshman year. This collection has the school logo cut out from a bag, a school pin, my school ID, and a nail file that I was given by the owner of a music store that my friends and I visited.
Before I got too sick to continue, I loved being a member of the founding team for Chapter One Events, a nonprofit that now organizes two annual (and concurrent) conferences for young writers. So in my memory box, I also have the Ch1Con logo cut out from the 2014 t-shirt (I'd have liked to wear it, but it's just too easy to see bras through white shirts). Then there's my volunteer tag from the 2015 conference.
Ironically, I don't have anything in my memory box from my time at BYU-Idaho, which is probably my favorite of the schools I've attended. (Not to mention, the place where I earned my B.A. in English.) I suppose I was too sick while I was there to really gather any memories. Plus, I still wear my BYU-Idaho jacket, so there's no logo to cut out yet either.
As I've gotten older, I've collected more and more memorabilia that are just too large to fit in my memory box. After my grandmother on my mother's side died, I was given her hope chest. I keep my memory box in this hope chest, along with a large collection of paper goods from my life: yearbooks, letters, certificates, and my 3 billion journals. There are also a handful of larger artifacts here.
These larger objects include a tomato stress ball from Ch1Con, the tiara I wore to Senior Prom, the 3D glasses used to watch the final Harry Potter movie, and a woven rose. I have no memory of where I got this rose from (if any of you do, please tell me), but it is awesome, and I am keeping it.
So all in all, my memory box--and my hope chest--contain pieces of my life history that paint a fairly accurate picture of my life (especially once you read all those diaries, LOL). These objects might not be all that valuable, but they mean something to me, and I'm glad that I still have them.
Where do you keep the memorabilia of your life? Tell me all about it in the comments, and I'll be back next week with a post about sci-fi technology.
I'm an unpublished novelist, primarily of YA fantasy, and a freelance editor. I love psychology, cats, social justice, and love! I'm also a huge fangirl. More than anything, stories are my life.
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