Going back though not backwards

I'm taking my son to my parents tomorrow. My brother's going to drive us which is cool. My mum and dad are moving house so I have to go through my old stuff and decide whether I save it or chuck it out. Photo's mostly of school and social life in my late teens and early twenties. Letters, tons of letters as I was a prolific letter writer when I was younger and kept what I received.

Things, tons of things, like my brownie badges, t-shirts I kept from so many adventures: Bonheur 2, the yacht I worked on, the Barcelona Olympics, the dragon boat race I competed in in Japan. A signed school shirt from my premature eviction aged 16. People say "Been there, done that, got the postcard." I was very much "been there, done that, got the clothes". There are alot of postcards too though.

Most of it will have to go. I hang on to the past through objects as a way to remember it. There's no space for it here though. It will be a wrench. It's good to let go of the bad stuff, but the good, the good, it's always good to go back to the good...

I'll have a little ceremony or hell's bells, see if I can bring it all back!