Nostalgia

I woke up last night at 4:43pm. Usually when that happens, I can fall back to sleep, no problem, but not last night. After staring at the ceiling for a good ten minutes, I sat up and made the mistake of looking around. My closet is full of stuff. I tend to sleep with the door closed so the monsters can't get me, but it wasn't closed, and I realized how absolutely jam-packed full of stuff it is. I never really pay much attention to the top shelves. I'm only 5'5", so everything I use, I throw on the shelves that are eye-level or below. The stuff up top? Haven't seen it for years. Until now.

Ignoring the stuff that I set up there for discretionary purposes, I found a ridiculous amount of old books and toys. I mean, stuff I haven't seen since I was 5, which is weird, because I moved into this house when I was 8. Anyway, I made a list:

• 6 "Where's Waldo" books
• A denim jacket with "Who's Afraid of the Dark" embroidered on the back in glow-in-the-dark thread
• Board games I've never heard of. What's "Go for Broke"?
• A chestnut
• Mousey-Bear!
• One of those paper lanterns they made us make in grade-school
• A pamphlet from the Victoria & Albert Museum in London (England)
• An inflated ziplock bag with nothing in it
• Really old floppy disk copy of "Jill of the Jungle"

I think I may be well overdue some Spring cleaning, but since it isn't Spring yet, I'm going to hold off a little longer.

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