Gemotions

"Well, this is unexpected," I muttered, brushing the dirt from the box. My fingers danced over the cool metal, a thrill coursing through me. I’d been helping my neighbor excavate his basement when my shovel struck something hard. This was going to be a good day.

The box was surprisingly heavy. I hauled it outside into the sunlight. The air smelled fresh, of newly turned earth. I carefully opened it, my heart pounding in my chest. A small, wooden toy car. A collection of colorful marbles. A letter, sealed with a childish sticker.

I sank onto the grass, the letter clutched in my hand. Inside, my younger self described the world as I’d seen it. A broad smile spread across my face. I hadn't expected this treasure, this glimpse into a forgotten world.