July 7th, 2003
I spent the past few days going through boxes that I’d stuffed in closets to see what was in them. I found hundreds of cassette tapes and some rather embarrassing clothing choices that I’d rather not remember I made in the eighties. The weird thing is every time I do something like this it puts in the strangest mood. Instead of looking back and smiling at my antics it tends to make me sad. Now I don’t know if it’s sadness based on loss of youth or simply the realization so much has changed. I think looking back reminds me of all the people who have come and gone in my life. I sometimes wonder if I could have held on a little tighter, instead of letting go so easily.
