in the attic and it was filled with letters and cards from high school and college. I learned two really cool things.
1. The letters from that person who hurt me? I felt no need/desire/compulsion to reread them. They went straight into the same trash can as my used dental floss. The floss was more useful.
2. I forgot to spend the $20 that grandma put in my bday card from 1996. Wooo Hooo! Starbucks!