Memories.

Yesterday, I was tidying my room, when I saw this box which I have at the bottom of my wardrobe. In it, I found my old shirt from primary school, which our friends signed on the last day of year 6, cards from my first and second birthday, photos of me when I was a baby, and a banner that my auntie made for me when I came home for the first time. I had a look through the box, I hadn't seen it in Years, probably 7 years, before I moved house, so I decided to read all the cards and everything. Some of them were hilarious, like the card from my brother for my 2nd birthday, he wrote "love from matty (I'm your big brother!)" as if I didn't know who he was. I also found some that made me cry, such as ones from my old best friends Harry, Megan and Cameron. When I was four I used to joke that I was going to marry Harry, we used to do everything together. But then he changed and got new friends, and Cameron and Megan didn't go to my school so we lost contact. The cards that hit me hardest was the 3 that my grandpa gave me. He died when I was 8, and we had the best memories together, he was such a good person and he understood me. I remember when I was 5, I went to go visit him, and we went and fed the ducks together. He would joke that he was going to feed me to them. Another time was not long before he Died,  I was 7, we went to a garden centre. He borrowed a mobility scooter, and he would go really fast. And would break all the rules of where he could and couldn't go, he went straight thorough a flower bed. Even his handwriting looks  like mine. Looking through my memories of me and him, it made me think that I used to be so happy, and if I can revisit those memories then I can revisit my happiness too.