I am currently knee deep in my childhood (well, my adolescence) as I am cleaning out my bedroom at my parents house since my mom has been using it as her office for about a year and my junk continues to get in her way. Today I boxed up memories, revisited bad hair and even worse fashion choices. Wondered why in the world I wore so many pairs of overalls in high school (no wonder people thought I was 12 when I was really 17!) and so on and so forth.
It is true that there is something cathartic about boxing up ones mistakes and embarrassments (and even the all the fun and nostalgia too). After all that's how we move on.
In the meantime, anybody want a Friends trivia game? How about a Caboodle or a Debbie Gibson cassette tape?
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