Yesterday, I went to the bank to put something in the safety deposit box I keep there. It was full so I had to take some stuff out to put in the new additions.

What was it full with? Negatives. Yes, negatives. You know those brown strip things that used to come with your developed file/pictures back in the day? At one time, negatives were among my most valuable (emotionally, obviously not financially — or maybe financially too?) possessions and took up about 75% of my small, long, narrow safety deposit box.

So, to add what I really wanted to add, I had to take out a few envelopes filled with negatives. I had no idea what to do with them, where in my too-full house I had room to put them or whether, in all honesty, I even needed more “stuff” — would I ever, ever actually do anything with these negatives?

Since the negatives were in organizational limbo, I put them where they best belonged: On the floor of my car’s backseat. (A whole other kind of limbo.)

I forgot, from yesterday to today, that they were even there (so they are obviously very important in my life…not). My kids were sitting in the back and one of them saw and picked up one of the envelopes. In  between fighting and beating the cr-p out of each other (it’s true), one asked the other:

Son: What’s this?

Daughter: I have no idea.

Me: Those are negatives?

Son & Daughter (in unison): What are negatives?

Me: That’s what we used to get when we developed our photos.

Son: Developed? I thought you said you had electricity when you grew up.

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