At one point in my life I was in the business of collecting. If it meant anything at all to me I found a way to add to my endless pile of other items I had accrued over the years. Each item marked a specific period of my life. I have had fascinations with everything from magic to stamp collecting and my basement is evidence of this.
I have accumulated so much “stuff” over the years that at first it seems difficult to narrow the important things down to just 4 or 5. However, there are a few things that I could not possibly live without. The items I’ve chosen are things that have made me who I am, have strengthened my relationship with my family, and remind me of a better time. The items I would include in a memory box consist of my stamp collection, my theatre scrapbook, my favorite book The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand, and my iPod. All these things, though seemingly random, hold more value to me than any of my other possessions.
Among my many hobbies, philately (stamp collecting) was one that had a much different outcome than I had expected. It all started with my aunt Margaret who works for the U.S. Postal Service. She got me into stamps initially, showing me stamps that had come from all over the world. It started out as just a bunch of stamps in a bag that kept growing. This was until I found a store that specialized in stamps located next to my Karate studio (another hobby I took up for about 4 years). This store had everything! They sold books to store stamps, books about stamps, stamps from long ago, and stamps from everywhere you could imagine. Instantly I wanted my stamp collection to resemble this store. The day I found that store, I bought an album to keep my stamps in, a book about the value of certain stamps, and a big bag of stamps that had not been overlooked yet. Every new stamp I got I would soak it in water to remove the gum on the back and I would neatly add it to my album. Soon I had stamps from Singapore, Canada,...
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