Comment on my 2 boxes.....

So my parents are pretty big on us not becoming pack rats. It's like my mom's goal in life or something. I think I succeeded because my childhood momentos are all found in these 2 boxes (the third box is journals from my mission/pre-mission years):

Since I'm moving and I don't want to move more than I have to (also learned from my parents and years of moving) I thought I'd go through these boxes to see if there was anything I could toss.

I enjoyed going through these boxes-kind of. I forgot that I started a class newspaper in 4th grade and that as the editor I referred to myself as "Jenny The Great".

I obviously had a healthy self-esteem that year.

I read my autobiography I wrote in 6th grade. I read about my birth and how I was taken away from my mom right after I was born because I was too small and needed oxygen (cute!) and that I had a sister named Jenna who "most people think is cute and she is the only blonde in the family" and that I had a brother named "David who is known as DJ and is only 2 weeks old and likes to hiccup and is already spoiled". I cringed as I looked through my yearbooks from Timpview-Ugh. I would never go back to those years of my life, and smiled as I read notes passed between my friends at Cibola.

Some things I'd forgotten:

Barkins the mechanical dog and the reason why I would love to have a chocolate brown dachsund-

A craft my mom got me for my room and something I can pass on to my brother's wife aka Jenny Mills the 2nd


My collection of Baby-Sitters Club books that I must have packed away so Jenna couldn't get her grubby little hands on them (and they are in an unmarked box so you won't find them so don't get any ideas!!)


And proof that in elementary school I wanted to be a doctor or nurse. If I had stayed on that plan maybe I could have gone into nursing a lot sooner!

And in case you're wondering-yes, I did throw a few things out-aren't you proud Mom?