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My mother has a memory box; she’s been putting stuff since she was 15 years old.  When I was a little girl, I remember seeing that old big red box on the top of her drawer and she would never talk about the things she had in there much less show us, she used to say there would be one special day when we were old enough to not only see but understand what the meaning of everything she kept in there. My mother is a really patient person, something I lack of a lot so I was always trying to convince her on showing me. It wasn’t until my 18^th birthday that my mom decided to show my sister (who is only a year older than me) and I her memory box. We were so excited to see what was inside. She went for the box and opened it, there were lots and lots of pictures, letters, some concert tickets, plane tickets, movie tickets, books, tapes, among other stuff only she knew the meaning of, she used to write a lot so she kept many journals from when she was young and I just didn’t know where to begin, everything was so interesting and I thought it was a great idea to do something like that, she said “there are moments in life you will wish never end, so it’s beautiful to keep a memory that reminds you of that special day”. Every Sunday she would show us more and more, there were so many things it was impossible to finish looking at everything in only one evening so we made it like a tradition between my mother, my sister and I. Some of the things she wrote at her journals were really funny like when she got in fights with my grandmother or the things she wrote about some of her teachers. Others were sad, sometimes I even felt her pain just by reading what she wrote about the first time she had her heart broken or the time she found out that her first ex-boyfriend died in a car accident; and others just made me smile, like the day she met my father the only thing she wrote that day was a heart with both of their names inside of it. The pictures were amazing; I think she looked more like my sister than me when she was younger. She also kept videotapes from when she studied abroad at London; it was cool watching her old school and friends. It took us almost every Sunday for 6 months to finish the whole box, and I loved it so much I even started one of my own.