Week 13 Prompt 65

There is a shoebox in the closet that holds some of my most favorite things from when we first moved here. To others they look like little stupid, meaningless things but to me they hold special memories. Inside the box there are seashells, all different shapes and sizes as well as dried starfishes and small pieces of coral. For years my mother would tell me to get rid of the things I don't want or need anymore but for some reason I could ever bring myself to throw them away. I knew they were just shells and things that I could just replace in a heart beat but I couldn't do it. That box and it's contents were a symbol of a significant change in my life. I had picked some of them out on one of our trips to Southern Maine when we were looking for a new house, and some of them I had picked up after we had settled into our new home. They were a reminder of a major turning point in my life. Everything changed for me when we moved, the area we lived in, my friends, life was different. The box was a comfort to me and I was not yet ready to throw away something that brought back such strong and significant memories.