Gemotions

"Yes!" Ben shouted, kicking a fallen leaf into the air. The digging had been arduous, but the sheer anticipation fueled him. The sun beat down, turning his face red, but he didn't care. Sweat dripped into his eyes, but he wiped it away with the back of his hand, a wide smile splitting his face. The shovel hit something solid. Finally.

He wrestled the time capsule free, its metal surface cold and slick with moisture. He felt a ridiculous energy surge through him as he pried open the lid, revealing a treasure trove of forgotten memories. A comic book, a mixtape, a hand-drawn picture of a rocket ship. A chuckle escaped his lips; his younger self was a brilliant dreamer. He was flooded with a swell of accomplishment that was a genuine, pure feeling of victory.