I don’t know why my parents filed annual report cards from school, certificates for extracurricular activities, photographs clicked ceremoniously on birthdays.
I added peacock feathers, pressed leaves between pages, toys, diaries and books for keepsake.
I plan to clean the attic today. I need space for my grown-up self.
Weekend Writing Prompt #151 – Keepsake
Creative Experiments and More 
Just make sure you keep some things … for to toss all may leave the attic (and heart?) … well … empty? … Nicely done!
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Thank you, Na’ama! You are talking about roots.
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I sometimes try to clear space taken up by memorabilia, but I always fail!
My Keepsake!
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It’s not easy.
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I remember saving a bunch of four-leaf-clovers, thinking they’d eventually bring me luck. I had to leave everything behind when I was 17, but now I can see how that necessary shedding of my youth did let me grow into an adult without that weighing me down.
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I’ve seen ppl live in nursery prints and sleep with teddy bears well into their 60s, and wondered if it was unfulfilment of some kind.
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