This is my memory of vacation I spent in a summer house about 30 years ago.

Miraculously, I never threw this awesome collection out when cleaning my house and getting rid of unnecessary things due to lack of space for keeping them.  Each time I moved, the little box with a sentimental content travelled peacefully and safely from place to place.

It was tightly closed and a little forgotten. And then it resurfaced to receive my attention and even delight. How creative I used to be! I admire my imagination from that period and sometimes I wonder how I could use these works now.