We got the cedar chest from my bedroom at my parents' house, which meant I had to empty it to load it onto the truck....which meant I went through all of the things in it. There were a lot of things that I forgot existed, including this sign from my first summer working at camp. It's got sweet notes from several of the people I worked with that summer--some of whom I'm still close to, and some that I hardly think about.
I realized while I was reading those notes that I genuinely liked everyone on the staff that summer. It's been a long time since I could say that. I think I'd like to have those rose-colored glasses back.
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