The box of all boxes

                                

One Tuesday night, I was walking in the forest that is near the city that was covered in snow. Then, I saw many boxes, cardboard boxes to be exact. I thought to myself, why are so many boxes here? Was it a joke without a punch line? Next I decided to open all of those boxes; they were full of bones. I didn’t understand at first, but then I saw this big box that was wooden, smelled familiar, like a friend’s house. The only problem was that the box was full of locked chains. Suddenly, it was decided. I was going to open that box no matter what. I took the chains, and I tried to crack them. They were very rusty, so it was very easy to break the chains. Still, after all that effort, there was still a problem. The lock wasn’t corroded. After racking my brain, I came up with a great idea. I kicked it with all my strength, but it was no use. I heard something anyways, laughter. Surprised I started to look everywhere, but I didn’t see anybody near. The laughter was noisier, I approached the box. The chuckling came from inside it. Stunned by fear, I started to leave, but I wanted to know what was inside. Was it a monster? I asked myself. All of a sudden, I felt a key in my chest, and I wanted to try the key on the lock. Amazingly it worked. In a rush, I opened the box. Inside the box were all my happy memories, they were in a ball (similar to fortune tellers ball). Until this day, I’m happy that I found that box. You may be wondering what happened with the memory ball (that’s what I like to call it). I decided to leave it there in the box because there is no use of living in the past. Since the day I found the box, i want to create new memories every day.