Good times

Isn’t it just fun to dig through old boxes, look through photo albums and remember all the good times.
My past was tucked away in a tiny closet until they were disrupted by someone looking for some stuff.
My memories would have stayed locked away for a long time. It great to relive the good old days. The trip to Europe, the houseboat trip and especially the trip to Powell River.
Now, I just have to clean up the damn mess and toss everything back in the closet until the next time I need some cheering up.
Thanks.