Some people love their phones, and others feel emotionally connected to a diary or a journal. I love my family pantry. On the outside, my storage closet looks like the average storage closet: a small rectangular room no longer than the average refrigerator. It's drab and dull with tissue boxes and canned foods, but among those cereal boxes and zip lock bags is a part of my childhood.
Every time I look at my pantry, it reminds me of the laughter and tears of my toddler days. When I was about four, my cousins and I would always come to my house for lunch and snacks after school. We were a large family, with at least eight children.Our afternoons consisted of an endless cycle of tag and hide and seek. I, of course, chose the pantry as my hiding
Every time I look at my pantry, it reminds me of the laughter and tears of my toddler days. When I was about four, my cousins and I would always come to my house for lunch and snacks after school. We were a large family, with at least eight children.Our afternoons consisted of an endless cycle of tag and hide and seek. I, of course, chose the pantry as my hiding