Stupid Things

There stood an old chest of mine in the attic with empty bottles of wine, covered by the woven nets of spiders and layers of dust and darkness. I unlocked it to reveal the treasure and dusted out the darkness, it contained memorabilia of my lost age. I took out some toffee wrappers, the ones cherished long ago, Cadburys, Lotte, Nestle, I once chewed them all endlessly...... Out popped a bunch of lolly sticks, and a set of black paper clips, beside them were lying my carven pencils and inked papers. And beneath them hid my captured moments, I pulled them one by one for these moments forgotten long before..... Inside the chest's lid hung my colourful ribbon, and there was a little mirror with cute little stickers on its sides, And all these stuffs made my childhood portentous....