Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they're all that's left to you
- Bookends, Simon and Garfunkel
I am not a fan of letting things go, I'll tell you that much.
When I was little I had a hidey-hole in the side of my cupboard, which in my opinion was a truly brilliant if not essential feature for a cupboard to have. In this secret space I squirreled away feathers, rocks, leaves, notes and all manner of bits and bobs. These treasures were weighted with now long forgotten relevance, but I remember how important they were to me as a kid and I can't bear to throw them away. I still collect moments and memories and now that my grown up cupboard doesn't have a hidey-hole to store them all, I keep them in my head. These strings of stories and faces and faded photographs often carry an overwhelming sense of nostalgia along with them. But no matter how small and seemingly unimportant, I think every sweet moment you're given is to be treasured because as this song so aptly puts it, when the present has past, they're all you're left with.
Oh dear. As much as it may sound like it-these are not the sentimental ramblings of an obsessive hoarder! Promise. Although I do have a penchant for collecting things..especially ceramic birds...(you may want to put this fact in the memory box for future birthdays-Mom,I'm looking at you!).. but I digress.
This drawing is an illustration of Miss Adventure's miles of collected memories and how they are carried along with me her.