My life can be explained as a shoebox, a collection of unseemingly related objects that can each tell a story. In my box there is a movie stub, a playbill to Peter Pan, a rock, a broken watch, and a blanket. To the average person, it seems like a bunch of unimportant, unrelated, junk. To me, it is the key to my past.
The movie stub is significant because it is from the first movie that I saw, Star Wars. It was not even a first run, or a first release, it was one of those movies at the park in the summer that you could go and watch. The ...
