Gemotions

The excavation site was a mess. Bricks, roots, and bits of old pipe littered the area as Marcus meticulously removed the dirt from the box. He couldn't believe he'd gone through the effort. He found it hard to believe he'd ever *been* an "enthusiastic child." It was such a strange idea.

The box was made of wood. Inside, a collection of things that felt alien to him. A baseball glove, a well-loved copy of *The Hobbit* and a bunch of crayon drawings. He held them up, one by one. The artwork’s colors were faded, but still retained a vibrancy that stung his eyes. He tossed the glove onto the ground.

A small cassette player sat at the bottom of the box. He turned it over in his hands. He'd had a cassette player once. He never had any fond memories of it. He dropped it, too, and turned to walk away.