This is a picture of one of my comic books that I threw away.

It’s probably the best example of growing up I can show you.

I used to freak out of my comic books were not in bags. If someone bent them.

And now, it doesn’t seem like a big deal that this comic book was out in the snow for days, ripped and torn.

But now, I can remember things better. I don’t need physical items to remember things. The stories live on inside the country of me.

I just don’t have room for all of the paper, unless it’s in my head and heart.

Photo - S
Words - S