What's that little thing you've been saving? Because of what?

That's too much. I always liked fancy bookmarks and posters before junior high school, that is, bookmarks and posters attached to romance novels. Bookmarks and posters are the protagonists in romance novels, and then they are displayed in the form of cartoons.

That's how I collected these objects at that time, that is, saving money to buy romance novels, and then matching them with bookmarks and posters. I dug out bookmarks and posters and sold the romance novels. Not all the romance novels I bought can be sold. I will keep what I can't sell, and I may not be able to sell it in the future.

From the fifth grade, I began to contact romantic novels, until the third grade, my interest in them gradually weakened. For five years, I have saved countless bookmarks and posters, and I don't want to throw them away until now. They are all boxed in Oreo iron, and I don't want to throw them away mainly because I paid for them at that time. What's more, this is my childhood memory, and I can show it to my children in the future.

Another item is a watch. That is the watch that my best friend and I gave me on our first birthday. The price is not very high, it seems to be 50 yuan, but we are only 12 years old, or 1 1 years old. The watch quickly broke down, but I never gave up and kept it in my Oreo tin box.

Looking at it now, that watch is simply a witness to the non-mainstream era when I killed Matt. The color of that watch is coquettish pink with a little pink blue. I can't believe my aesthetic at that time.

And a big ball. When I was a sophomore, it suddenly became popular in our class to raise big balls. The male students in the back gave me a big bag of big balls, none of which were very big. Later, he gave me three big balls, as big as white eggs laid by domestic chickens. I brought those three big balls back to my family, and one of the reasons why I kept them was because he confessed to me later, but I didn't have much feeling for him, but I was reluctant to throw those three balls, and now I am still soaking them in a glass above my clothes cupboard.

In fact, there are many small objects, so I won't explain them one by one. It's all in my iron boxes of extra-large Oreos. Looking back at those objects now, I really witnessed the whole process of my second illness.

Although I occasionally take out those iron boxes to look at the contents, imagine what happened at that time, sometimes I feel particularly embarrassed and blush, and even spit out my IQ and aesthetics, but I have never lost it. I intend to keep them all the time. After all, they witnessed my past growth.