Recently, I came home from one of my trips to discover that my parents had delivered this little trunk. It had lived in my bedroom throughout my childhood. When I was young, I kept china dolls and antique doll clothing in it.
I slowly filled it with letters and other mementos during my teen years. My parents put it in the attic after I finished college and there it has rested, forgotten (by me anyway). When I opened the trunk, it was full to the brim with papers from my teen years and it took me all afternoon to read through them.
There were many from those first homesick weeks of freshman year.