Sally’s Closet
By Janice Chrysler
Many years ago, in a place not far away, lived a lovely little girl named Sally. Her most favorite place in the whole wide world was her bedroom. It was here that she played with her dolls, built kingdoms with her blocks and traveled to make believe places through her books.
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But the best part of being in her room came just before sleep when she would tip toe over to her window and gaze out at the moon and all the twinkling stars in the sky and make a wish. Then she would curl up in her big comfy bed where she would think thoughtful thoughts and dream dreamy dreams.
Sally would sometimes spend time all alone in her room just thinking….thinking about the fun she had that day at a friend’s party, how nice her mommy’s cookies tasted how happy she felt when her daddy taught her to ride her bicycle, what great things she had learned that day at school. As she thought about these happy thoughts, she wondered how she could ever remember them all? That is when Sally had the greatest thought of all!
At the end of her room was a large wooden door that opened into an empty closet. The closet had lots and lots of shelves that went right from the floor to the ceiling. Sally could never decide what to put in there until now. She would make beautiful boxes to hold her special memories. So, Sally got right to work cutting and pasting, coloring and drawing then filling every box with a special memory. What a wonderful idea this was! Just making the boxes made Sally very, very happy.
“There,” Sally exclaimed with a broad smile as she placed the first box on the shelf, “now every time I open the closet I will be reminded of how happy I felt when I made that box.”
And so it was, Sally would make a beautifully decorated box representing a special day in her life then place it lovingly on a shelf in her closet. Every time she would open the closet door she would see all her boxes and smile to herself as she remembered the wonderful feelings each box contained.
The time went on, as time tends to do and Sally grew older as little girls do. She soon learned not all memories are happy ones but she decided she would keep these as well. However, when she felt angry she was in no mood and in too big of a hurry to decorate the boxes with bright colours and bows. Instead she would just open the door, shove the box inside not even caring where it went. Those times when Sally was sad, she thought she could hide those feelings in a big, plain brown box. This box too was just pushed inside the closet.
