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My memory box is now overflowing to the point that the
things I want to put in it won’t fit in. So I got a new box, and I am now
trying to make them as special as this one. I cannot justify the reason why I
am writing something so personal to me, but only because I want to memorize its
contents so the memories will never be lost in vain when piles of other boxes are filled
with fresher ones.
Inside my box are letters. Letters fill my heart with joy
whenever someone gives them to me. Whatever is written in it makes my heart
happy, especially those that are meaningful and truthful. I especially love
those ones that are quite unexpected because surely they tell hundreds of
meanings that I can hold on to so long as these letters are with me. I am an
old soul and a hopeless romantic like that.
This box also holds my firsts to things. The ticket to the
first concert of my favorite singer and band I attended to is there. The first
time I went to the first 7-eleven here in Lipa was Christmas and I bought a hot dog in stick, and I kept the stick to remind me of that day when so many
things happened.
I remember, I used to work as an assistant tutor when I was
in high school, and it was my first time to ever receive a holiday bonus from
my employer. I could still relieve the giddiness I felt upon receiving it. I
kept the envelope and card it went with.
There is the number tag to the first and last Zombie run I
joined to. I can still remember, I was running with a bunch of people when we
all heard a banging sound somewhere behind and we all looked back and saw that
someone hit their head on a signboard. Wow! It was really loud I must say.
Then, there was this Zombie who was blocking the road and I literally have to
jump down the sewers to get away from him because I thought he was so scary.
Then, there were all these other firsts. The first time I
went to Enchanted Kingdom, I was already working. I took a day off from work,
met with my best friends and went there. It was fun!
Of course, there are all other firsts kept in this box. I
can only tell so much!
Here, are some of the most significant gifts I received from
friends and other important people that have created impact in my life. There
were gifts from a cancer patient when I was still working at a cancer institute
few years back. There were gifts from best friends I haven’t seen in a long
time, and there were gifts from teachers and aunts who taught me life-lessons
well.
Then, there are these two video tapes which I remember were
from our school project back in high school. I just wish to find a video player
for these so I can see what’s in them. I know it will be fun!
I also keep in there the recognition cards I received from
grade one to fourth year high school from my Alma matter.
I am also a junkie to keeping receipts. Those fun memories
with family and friends have to be remembered through receipts from cafes and
restaurants we shared those joyous moments in.
There are also random photos of my family and friends, and some sketches and copies of short stories friends gave me because they know I love reading short stories and I appreciate art in all forms.
You see, not everybody is the same. Some keep memories
through posting photos in their social media, while some write journals and diaries.
For me, I do it all and this. Keeping a part of that memory through a physical object for me to touch and feel is very essential for me, so I can have something physical to remind me of
the better days when the down times come. So, I can tell myself that I have been there, I lived that moment and I
can be better again. These things for some are irrelevant, but these tell my
stories – the stories that made me who I am now and the stories that make me stronger and better.
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