Finding the Past

A packet arrived in the post.
My mother had discovered a collection of my old memorabilia, from before I left home for university, and had sent it to me. So far, it's too painful to examine, too difficult to remember how I used to be when a boy.

School music programmes, invitations, souvenir signatures, and letters. There were letters from pen-friends in Sweden & Finland and Australia, from friends in Stockton to me when I moved to Bristol, and others. It's a first glimpse into a life long-lost, that I'm unsure about examining too closely. I'll wait until some dull evening.