In my box of keepsakes under the bed I’ve placed a jar of origami stars, a ceramic tinkerbell figurine, her torso cracked and glued back together, a teddy bear whose soft styrofoam beads have left to his extremities leaving his limbs limp and heavy, a pair of toy blonde dogs, one with a red bow in its ear and one wearing a bowtie– a handsome couple. I store away my skyflake crackers and the commercial that comes with it, Pokemon cards and a misunderstanding of the game, playing DS under the sheets in the silence of night, becoming best friends in one school day, birthday parties at family fun center, and the kids menu at Denny’s. I’ve hidden my hundreds of notebooks that I treated like sketchbooks, my report cards with Bs, a kitschy license plate spelling in big capital letters “NINA”, my bubbly side, easy things to talk about, needing to be a good person, and the fear of forgetting what it was like to be a kid at twelve years old.