Mom wants her house back and since all of us are officially moved out, never to return she's asking us to get rid of our junk. So I hauled home the last few boxes of childhood junk, toys and memorabilia from the closets of their home. I spent several hours digging through these treasure troves of my past remembering the girl I was at a point where I'm trying to figure out the woman I'm going to be. This year I turn 30 a major turning point made even more significant by the recent loss of Armin. So I thought as my first post in quite a while to share these items of significance with you and the memories I found stashed away by a younger me, saved for a future me to reminisce over. Quite a lot of this is going to goodwill for some other youngster to collect and treasure until their older self realizes their non-worth but some of it will always be part of my life and will now move into my home as valued objects lost for awhile but now reclaimed.
My hat collection...none of which were good choices and most do not fit anymore (can you head grow?) 
Favorite Sidney Sheldon book, mostly due to one character being named Megan. It was read to death, stained by koolaid powder and now gross very gross, good thing I have another copy :D
One of 3 boxes of books which as I dug through was like meeting old friends you'd forgotten about but they are so familiar that you can pick them up and remember every detail of them and the times you spent together. 
My grad photos, certificates of achievement, awards I'd won, and artwork I did dating back to elementary and all the cards from my 18th birthday were in this box.
This spoon stolen at Christmas 1997 by me from BPs while visiting with the girls from High School while home for University. The only thing I've ever taken and boy did I feel like a bad a** but reality is boy what a dork.
This little memory cabinet was built by my Grandpa to house the many little trinkets a child accumulates and wants to save, while keeping her mother happy that they are not cluttering up the house they are on display. You'll see a fake fossil made at the dinosaur exhibit, a california grape, several cow erasers and my name badge from when my family was awarded Farm Family at Klondike Days. 
Why was this McDonald's toy important to young me? I have no clue, the mouse made out of a walnut was made by my other Grandpa and I collected animal figurines but why a space ship out of plastic.
This book contains diary entries so embaressing and revealing I will shortly be burning it, man the pain of being 18.
Look an original troll....you know it's original by the walkman and the snazzy outfit from a time of fashion best left forgotten.
Angela, my cabbage patch doll...but wait you say she isn't a cabbage patch doll. Okay so she isn't officially a CPD but she was made with love by my mom at the peak of CPD mania when you couldn't find them except for more than my parents could afford and now my CPD is worth more than any collectors CPD because she's priceless, one of a kind and carries more love in her than any mass produced doll could ever have. The funky hair cut happened when my sister decided to practice her cutting skills...grrrr. Her original outfit was no where to be found, it was a nightgown made to match the nightgown I got that Christmas so we could match.
There were many other toys, books and scraps of paper...but wait for it next time I will share never before seen pictures taken by young me....watch for it.....I promise not to caption with names to protect the not so innocent :D
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