Okay so, this I just remembered this and I wanna share it
I used to live in a crumby and small apartment building. I was roughly 13 going on 14 at the time, this was only a temporary due to my family moving to another state later that year. We had most things a creepy old house did, old musty church smell, cobwebs in every corner and even a spooky cement basement. This is where the story begins, we were nearing the end of our time living in this creepy ass house and you damn well know I was happy. Except, a accident happened, remember how I said this place was old? Well heres what happened, the basement flooded(which our insurance handled dont worry) but what really hurt me emotionally was the fact that we had a lot of old family keep-sakes in there. We had school projects from 10 years ago, mothers day gifts, fathers day gifts and even my personal drawings I made as a small kid(like 3-5 age range). In one swift swoop... It was all water clogged and ruined. Heres the kicker, these werent things we could get back, we had family photos that we couldn't get back. It crushed me and the rest of my family, hell even while throwing drenched papers that would have definitely grown mold I could see my mom crying. But honestly, I'm at peace with it now, I have thousands of drawings and presents stashed away somewhere(I'm kind of a hoarder okay?). Basically I learned a pretty good lesson, even when you loose things you cant get back you have to move on, you cant get stuck at a certain point or you'll never make any progress. Anyways I'm tired and my ice cream is melting, good day.