April 7, 2025 - 18:16
By Karen Ridder
As I turned over the small plastic box, I was struck by a wave of nostalgia. For the first time in years, I took a moment to truly examine it. My name, half scratched off, was inscribed in the playful, uneven letters of a child, done with a shiny blue permanent marker. It was a reminder of simpler times and the innocent creativity that children possess.
In that moment, I couldn't help but think of my daughter and how she might have approached this task with the same carefree spirit. The box, once filled with treasures and memories, now stood as a symbol of the things we often overlook in the hustle of daily life. It made me reflect on the significance of these small objects that carry so much emotional weight.
Each item inside told a story, a fragment of childhood that, while seemingly insignificant, held a deeper meaning. These keepsakes serve as a bridge to the past, reminding us of the joy and wonder of growing up.
