Collector

When I was young my family had a pet raccoon. Not because we were creepy and weird, but because my parents did animal rehabilitation and this little baby raccoon was in need of help. As raccoons do, he would collect little shiny objects that caught his eye and keep them hidden away in the corners of the old basement. As I have gotten older, I have moved away from that house, and that town, and the raccoon was released back into the wild long ago. Looking back, that silly animal really serves as a symbol of my youth and the different memories which I now try to collect in the dusty corners of my own mind.