Sometimes the most precious things are stored away and forgotten either in a box or in the back of our memories. At the moment they hold no value to us until something happens to trigger a feeling of wanting to remember them. Well, that was my fear ever since I was a little girl which is why I created a memory box. The memory box is a cardboard box that came from El Salvador given to me by my grandparents that were filled with little gifts for my siblings and I. My memory box holds old pictures, old notes my elementary friends and I would pass around, wraps of gifts I’ve been given throughout the years including cards, and sometimes the gift itself if it’s small enough and also random little toys from different trips etc. This box means the world to me because I have the worst memory in the world so losing that box would mean losing a part of me. Since I can barely recall childhood memories, at least the good parts of it , it’s the only thing that takes me back there & heals my inner child. Every time I’m upset I look in the box to recall those precious memories that I always seem to forget. In conclusion I won’t be passing it down to my kids because I will encourage them to create their own beautiful memories and to hold them close and dear to their hearts to look back at when feeling lost and upset at life & to bury it with them when they are gone to keep them to infinity. 

– Dc

Relationship:  Child of im/migrant Child of im/migrant