Everyone has memories to good or bad events that happened in their life, such as winning at an event or maybe a party that went all wrong. Most of these are accompanied with pictures that we keep with us for the rest of our life and drag out when we’re feeling low or want to feel nostalgic about the past. Baby pictures, photos of long dead family members or places visited.
Others wrote down their thoughts in diaries or created special travel diaries including photos or other memorabilia. Or letter and postcards received from friends all over the world.
Then there are items that may not be worth much money, but have personal value, such as little figures, books with the authors signatures or maybe a CD that was hard to get by. Or a project done in primary school listing all the pupils and what their dreams are.
Or concert tickets to great events. Or items won in competitions.
Imagine all that being stored in a safe location. Imagine rainwater being able to get to that safe location and slowly poisoning and destroying what has taken a lifetime to see and is meant to be remembered.
All my stuff is gone. All reminders of the past have ceased to exist. Rainwater took that from me. I have nothing. I am no one..