I stare at you on my dresser. As I open you i see all the wonderful memories. Hanging with all my wonderful friends. All the summers of camping with my family. Living the life of a teenager is quit an experience. You mean more to me then a simple object, your a part of my life. You grow as i grow, each moment filling up with more and more memories from the past. Ah, graduation! That was the best feeling I ever had. College was the next step in our adventure of life. Life has truly been an experience for me and you help remember them easier for me. My first speeding ticket was rough for me, but I gave you my ticket to help me remember how pissed I was when I got pulled over after just having my license for a month. Sometimes I ignore you, or dont look at you everyday, but I know you are always around and will be there no matter what. You grow as a grow, and will always be a part of me. My nike shoe box with all my lifes memories!
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It's not that I don't like poetic and distortion necessarily but it's much much harder to do anything effective with them. Putting it another way, it's much too easy for the writer to get all druggy and weird without ever connecting to the reader.
ReplyDeleteA piece like this, on the other hand, is simple, straightforward (even though it addresses a shoebox), and works better for me at least. All I miss here are the actual items in the shoebox--we have a ticket, but none of the other tokens that trigger memories: photos, diploma?