Okay, so I guess I start with what the boxes are, well they are all Nike AF1 boxes. I like trainers [a lot] and so I always have an abundance of boxes lying around. They’re not lying around, they are actually neatly stacked in size and age order in the corner of my room. As I said, the boxes contain my happy thoughts. I think in pictures and my brain is like a massive PVR, looking through the stuff in these boxes allows me to tune out reality and jump right back to the moments in which the thoughts were recorded. I’m sure that anyone else looking through the boxes would wonder what half of the stuff is, but I assure you that I know exactly what each thing is and where it is from. I’m not sure if my interest in cataloging stuff is an aspie thing, I think that lots of people make memory boxes, but I’ve been told that it’s a little bit weird, so I don’t know? I didn’t plan on making any of these boxes, I just started accumulating stuff and eventually I had so much that boxes were required.
The oldest of the four boxes is my Florida box (the most ancient item is from 1988), I’ve been to Florida a number of times since I was a child. I love it there. It is my happy place. Even when things were really tough at home, the couple of weeks spent in the warmth, shopping, going to theme parks, relaxing where none of the stresses of home could touch me, well it was just perfect. If I ever run away from home and take my passport with me, you need only look for me at the entrance to It’s a Small World. If I don’t take my passport then there are only two places I would be and, I’m sorry, my brain went on a bit of a tangent there, but I thought I’d leave it in for authenticity. Anyway, I started collecting things from my trips to Florida as a way of feeling like I was there even when I wasn’t. The boxes/memories and my monthly supply of Gatorade (imported) help to keep me sane.
The three other boxes are all much more recent. One of the boxes contains memories associated with my TWIT family, my bros and my sister who I met on twitter. I don’t get to see them anywhere near enough and so again, I guess the boxes help me to feel closer to them. I somehow managed to combine two of my favourite things this year, the TWITs and Florida, that totally warranted a separate box. The final box is my Lil’ Feet box, she’s tried to explain that she thinks it’s a bit weird that she has a box all to herself, but I don’t think she understands that I would totally freak if I mixed up stuff that didn’t belong together. One day I’m going to take her to Florida and then she will have stuff in one of the other boxes. (Lil’ Feet, we can argue about the Florida thing another time, just leave me in happy ignorance for the moment :) )
If I’ve learned anything from all of my trips to Disney, it’s that in order to fly you need a happy thought. These boxes contain my happy thoughts.