Oh wow, I would have never remembered folding notes that way if I hadn't seen this. Passing notes in he hallway was huge back in the day.

I am crazy nostalgic when it comes to my childhood. Mostly because hardly anything remains because we were always moving and losing stuff. My step-dad split up with my mom when I was 10 and she had a mental breakdown. He stuck all of our stuff in storage while she went to the hospital and didn't pay for it so they auctioned it all of.

I would give anything to have that a box of notes like that. Only because I can't remember much. Just reading through one line of a note would bring me back to that moment and all the surrounding things that were happening.

But perhaps this kind of thing isn't health, who knows. It is, in fact, true that the only moment is now and ultimately it creates a kind of misery reliving the past.