When I told people I was going home to pack up my childhood room, they wondered what I would still have there to bring back. I’m not a hoarder or anything, but I am a memory keeper. When I got home on Tuesday with two plastic containers (one with things I had picked out to keep, and another one to go through), I also had two boxes of notes and Letters from 1996-1997. I think that’s 7th grade. Peter asked me, “You’ve kept these since 1996? So even your 7th grade self thought they were important?”