smasher

My family has been cleaning the basement out as it's long been congested with twenty plus years of unused junk. I've been helping with the efforts. Today I took a short lunchbreak and returned to find my dad dismantling my old puppet theatre that I made on a refrigerator box and wall paper. I used to use that to put on puppet shows in my room. Something about seeing it get torn up was terribly upsetting and I still feel totally sick. No clue why, I loved it but haven't touched it in years. Damn the treachory of nostalgia.