Box #2 of the cleanout of my old bedroom at my parents' wasn't quite as amusing as Box #1, but it still was fun to see some old things.
So, here's Box #2 -- Before Cleanout....
When I was in the eighth grade, we took a trip to Washington, D.C. and New York City. It was a really fun trip, and in this box, I happened to find the itinerary.
It certainly was fun to look at, though it wouldn't make sense to keep it. What would I do with it? And remember, I'm not much of a packrat. So, it went into the recycle bin.
I do remember, however, on that trip, going by the Julliard School in New York City. Remember -- I was in the eighth grade. I was dreaming BIG at that point in my life. I liked music. I sang. I was in band...blah, blah, blah.
I must have thought that Julliard was an option for me because on that trip, I picked up a Julliard catalog. I still had it.
Again -- fun to look at it, but it did go in the recycle bin. And no, I didn't see any tuition prices in the catalog. I was curious about that.
You know the phrase, "Always a bridesmaid but never a bride?"
Well, I, at one point in time, could've fit that phrase. I was a bridesmaid six times before I was ever a bride...I must have kept some of the flowers. I found this box of dried flowers.
I carried yellow roses in our wedding, but I promise these were not them. I have mine dried up -- in a nice container here at our home.
So, not knowing exactly where these flowers even came from -- they went into the trash.
How about some license plates for my bicycle -- with the name "Sarah?"
My first Bible....Definitely, I kept.
How about these keepsakes?
A thimble from my great-grandmother (definitely kept), my original Brownies pin (kept), and some old lip balm (threw away).
And, a key chain from my Jr. Year Prom...titled "Hold onto the Night." Didn't Richard Marx sing that song?
I have actually ZERO sentiments toward my high school proms. So, I actually threw that key chain out. Besides, it was scratched up and cheaply made.
And, for the G.R.A.N.D. finale of this box....four wallhangings I no longer care for (garage sale), one little ceramic thing I forgot about (garage sale), and a Texas flag (can't remember if it's in the garage sale pile or if I threw it out).
Now, for those of you readers who may be in Texas or those of you who are in love with the state, don't be offended. I just don't have any emotional attachment to the state. I'm not sure why I even had the flag. I'm laughing about that one, to be honest.
Stayed tuned for the rest!
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