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I found myself in the storage room looking for an old 3-ring-binder to use for a wedding I'm playing in this weekend. An hour later I found myself in the middle of a pile of pictures, yearbooks and letters. The past. The tangible past. I found several letters from high school boyfriends...let me tell you, that was a trip. I read through our senior class literary journal and old volleyball and basketball newspaper clippings. I could have videoed so many things, but I thought this little item was pretty relevant. 7th grade article on my future plans. Oh, little girl, little did you know...