Gemotions

Liam bounced on the balls of his feet, the attic's close air doing nothing to quell his rising excitement. He knew what he’d find here; his mother's obsession with preservation was legendary. Still, the prospect of revisiting his childhood – his academic failures, his questionable fashion choices, his adolescent angst – had him practically vibrating.

He ripped open the cardboard box with an enthusiastic flourish. Inside, the neatly categorized assignments, bound with colorful rubber bands, were a sight to behold. A mischievous light sparkled in his eyes.

He picked up a book report on *Moby Dick*, his handwriting barely legible. He snorted a laugh, picturing his teenage self struggling through the dense prose. This was better than any comedy show.

He considered sending a selection of these to his sister, just to remind her of her own scholastic disasters. A grin spread across his face.