At some point when I was in high school, I was really into making collages. I found a shoebox, a roll of masking tape, scissors, and a ton of Seventeen Magazines.

To this day, sitting on a shelf on my desk is a colorful, collage covered shoebox. Inside are notes, letters, postcards and greeting cards. Some notes are folded like origami, some a crumpled up, some are written in highlighter or gel pens, I could go on and on.

I have letters that go as far back as third grade, when I moved away from Avalon and my best friend (of 17 years) and I became pen pals. I have letters as recent as college, my friend Sean liked to write rap songs for me during English classes.

I don't think I could ever throw that box, or anything inside of it away. It's one of the things that I would grab if my house was on fire, for sure.