The Sticker-Covered Book

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A memory

A flashback 

I see me from a few years ago

Coming into my house

To find my once sticker-covered door to my room

Nearly blank

I rush over to the door, asking why

Wishing I could keep the stickers

Maybe I could…

I grab the only thing I can.

A book about a video game.

I grab the stickers that will come off easily. 
In a panic I throw them on the book

Until there is no room.

Now I stare at the old sticker-covered book

I’d wanted those stickers

Not for the joy they gave me

But for the memories. 
Months later I would move

I would move to my new home which I love very much

And I think

How far I’ve come

How long it’s been

The good times

The bad times

The laughter

The friends I’d made on the way

And I look

At the sticker-covered book.