Remember 7th Grade?

Well, I just don't remember it... Lino found it under my bed. A box full of hundreds of notes, valentine cards, dried rose petals, love letters, party invitations, student IDs, movie & theme park tickets, and more than enough nast-o-grams than anyone can stomach in one day. I created this box at the beginning of 7th grade, right after I moved back to Miami from Dominican Republic. At the time I felt like I needed to keep concrete pieces of my life because it changed so often. Reading them took me to another place... where I can still smell my old, blue, overly-whited-out, Jansport; feel how fucking cold Mr. Garcia's room was right after lunch; and laugh hysterically at people getting unexpectedly smacked with grape juice baggies in Spill Out.

I pretty much created a time capsule in a Nike Air Force 1 box.