The Box of Secrets...

''You know, when I was little, I got a a wooden box for my 12th birthday. ''

''It was not a large wooden box, just the right size to put important things in it, like feathers, stones, maybe tree bark I had found on a hike. ''

''Along with the box, I got a small paint set, complete with paint and brushes. ''

''I had decided to paint my box, paint it with whatever I could fit on it. ''

''Cats, gems, stars, anything that came to my mind. But one important thing that I painted on it was my character.''

''My old character. Her name was Wildclaw. She was a beautiful long haired tabby with a green collar. I had many characters at that time, but I favored her over every single one of them. ''

''Pretty soon I forgot all my other characters and I only paid attention to Wildclaw. She was my only favourite. ''

''A couple years later, as time passed by, I slowly forgot about Wildclaw and paid more attention to new and more exciting characters! ''

We all have our characters, sometimes we forget some, other times we keep track of all of our characters...

''The box is still there. In my room. I sometimes open it and remember the years when I was younger.''

The years when I had enough energy in my body to do anything.

The years when life was nothing but a breeze.

''I have named my box the box of secrets. ''

It has kept my secrets for many years, and now it's time for me to tell its story.

''I might pass it down to others so they can keep their secrets in there. They can tell their story, share their ideas, their heartbreaks, their everything. ''

''I promise you, this box keeps everything safe for you. It will never spill your secrets, ever, and it's a good place to store memories.''

''I'm now passing this box down to you. Decorate it. Hide your secrets, your memories. It will be there, sitting on your bookshelf, maybe hidden under your bed, or some unthinkable place.''

''The box is yours now. ''