My Childhood In A Box
I got a package in the mail yesterday. I always get excited when I get a package, even if it's something I've ordered myself.
Unexpected packages are even better.
I saw right away it was from my mom.
It turned out to be even better.
When I opened the box, this note was on top:
Dear James,I opened the box with trembling fingers.
I thought you might like to have these. They're old photos and mementos I've been holding onto.
Don't worry, there's plenty where these came from! (ha ha)
Thanks for the current photos you sent with your Christmas card. It meant alot to me.
You grew into a very handsome man! I think you get your good looks from my side of the family. (ha ha)
I love you very much,
The box was full of photos of me growing up. Photos I haven't seen since I was a child, and some pictures I've never even seen before.
Nudie shots of me in the bathtub when I was a baby. (Do all parents take kiddie porn photos like these?)
School photos and class photos from Kindergarten to sixth grade.
Photos of me as a toddler in the seventies with a bowl haircut wearing plaid bell-bottoms and a turtleneck. (Yeek. I wore some pretty tacky outfits back then!)
A photo of me with Do-Bee when I was on Romper Room. (I could've been a child star like Danny Bonaduce.)
Photos from camping trips, trips to Yosemite, me with a dolphin at Sea World.
A photo of me right before Senior Prom. (I wore a white tux with tails, with a top hat and a cane!)
Photos of people, places and events I hadn't thought of in years.
Plus there were report cards ("James is a superior student and works well with his individual classwork, but needs to participate more in class discussions . . ."), achievement awards, "Good Citizenship" awards, "playbills" from all the school productions I was in. (I was quite the actor when I was a child.)
I could go on and on.
It was amazing that so many memories could be contained in such a tiny box!
I know you're probably tired of hearing how emotional I get, but that doesn't make it any less true. I laughed, I cried, I laughed again. I cried again.
Little things really do mean alot.