|A representative garage full of things.|
I have been thinking lately about why we hold onto old things.
My wife showed me pictures the other day of my boys when they were very little. I had forgotten how small they were, and was reminded of the places we had been. I may complain when she stops 500 times in a hike to take pictures, but she does it for a reason, to preserve the past. I am glad she holds onto those old things.