Day 18/365

1.11.2012.
Hold on to it.

There are some things you leave behind and some things you always take with you. There is always one thing you have that you can't let go of, that one glance takes you back to moments that have long since come and gone. I'm the kind of person who holds on to things, and anything that has a memory attached to it is difficult for me to get rid of. I have loved stuffed animals ever since I was really young; the Dumbo stuffed animal was in the room when I was born. The stuffed animals themselves mean very little to me, but one look or simple touch and a thousand memories flood back; I can remember the people who gave them to me or events that happened in the room I kept them in, but mostly I remember feelings: feelings of fear, sadness, or happiness. Looking back now it makes me laugh that the things that were most important to me back then mean little or nothing to me now; but the simple things I hardly noticed are now the things I hold on to as my dearest memories. I think it just goes to show that sometimes holding on to the little things doesn't always hurt.