Olson185 wrote:{snip}...you finally unpack some more of your moving boxes and read the crumpled packing newspapers out of nostalgia.
This is my favorite. When I was growing up, there was a small knee attic that had a few boxes that had never been opened since my parents moved off base when the Vietnam war ended and my dad was relieved from his draft based service. (He did stay a reservist until retirement, though.)
Every time my father would see them getting out the Christmas decorations, he'd sigh, dust them off a bit, and leave them be. I asked him one year, "What's in those anyway?" I don't remember his exact answer, but I do recall something like he was worried that if he opened them and it was something really useless, it'd somehow be worse to wonder why they dragged them from Virginia to New Jersey all those years ago.