My brother inherited our parents’ house after they passed away, and he has been steadily excavating through the piles of stuff they stored in the basement. He recently came across a treasure trove of my stuff and sent it to me. Although he called it “a big box of your crap,” I think a better word might be “a big box of blog fodder.” I’ve been writing a series of posts about these “treasures” from the past. Previous posts featured my homemade Rolodex, my high school wallet, my personal flair, my patch collection and tangible proof of my canoeing career. We’re now going to conclude this series with a glimpse of a very small fraction of my unicorn collection.
When I was in high school (yes … high school), I was crazy into unicorns. I had unicorn everything: calendars, statues, pins, earrings, necklaces, posters, pillows, sheets, t-shirts, ornaments, plaques. If it had a unicorn on it, chances are I owned it. The sheer size of the collection was mind-boggling, and I believe that my parents saved much of it but finally threw the bulk of it out after 30+ years of me assuring them that I was “really over unicorns” and didn’t want them anymore. Still, a fraction of my once mighty collection remains, and now it is back in my possession.
Were you into unicorns when you were younger … or did you just like plain old horses? I was fascinated by these mythical creatures and often imagined myself as the beautiful young virgin with flowing gowns who was able to tame these elusive beings. I spent many hours poring over my unicorn fantasy calendars and books imagining myself in amazing fantasy worlds with my unicorn. Considering that the girls in these pictures were often well-endowed, had long flowing hair and were kind of sexy (yet virginal), I think perhaps I was really channeling my desire to be a little more attractive.
Perhaps sensing that I didn’t quite have the qualities I needed to tame a unicorn, I decided the next best thing might be to BECOME a unicorn.
This concludes the “Treasures” From the Past series. A big thank you to my brother Chris for the big box of blog fodder. Knowing our parents, I’m sure more treasures await me. Until I get the next box, this series is finished!