As I was spring cleaning the other night, I found a storage box. Inside this simple, plastic storage box was a time stained, spiral notebook. I thought I tossed it long ago. The beginnings of a story is written in there, never finished. I had something similar happen years before this when torn pieces of a story I wrote in school, turned up in a book my younger sister checked out from the library 3 years later.

Now I am in a self debate…do I finish this story started years before or do I leave it as a distant memory unfinished. Time will tell. Have you found lost treasures while spring cleaning?