a very small shoe

This morning, just before my paper, I was searching through my cupboard for that spare packet of erasers that I'd kept from my primary school days for sentimental reasons (yes I keep a lot of things from my past for sentimental reasons). No erasers but I found a box instead. A boxful of lost memories that I'd completely forgotten I had. People who were, at one point not so many years ago, so very important to me. I couldn't help myself and even as I was getting ready to go to school, I flipped through the cards and letters, reading some and recalling the content of others in my mind as I instantly recognised the envelope and the once-familiar handwriting. I even found the card from Fonz that I've been hunting high and low for. It's funny how much time can transform and change everything. Familiar people become unfamiliar and distant; I am no longer the girl those letters were meant for. For so many reasons, I wish I'd taken better care of all the friendships that now lie silent and dusty in an old shoebox.