Lost and Found MAG

August 5, 2008
By Anonymous

I liked being a mess. The desk that should have been clear so I could do my homework was always besieged with bowls of cereal and spoiled milk, old magazines, and Post-it notes I had forgotten to remember. My floor was a vacuum in itself, eating anything entering my room. It consumed sweaters, stuffed animals, socks, shoes. When I occasionally did laundry, I would dig up clothes I couldn't even recall purchasing. My shelves overflowed with containers of little odds and ends: hair bands, chapstick, matches, loose mints, coins, earring backings. I couldn't always see these things, but I knew that they were safe, nestled somewhere on a shelf. Like old friends in a phone book, I figured that someday I would find all the loose strings and tie them together.

One lonely day in August when all of my friends had yet to return from camp in Maine, visiting family in Florida, or some community-service trip in Mexico, something inside me began to itch. I tried taking a shower, scrubbing myself with every bodywash and bar of soap I could find. I brushed my hair and my teeth, but didn't feel any cleaner. I checked my e-mail, which was empty. I checked the DVR to see if any new shows had been recorded, but I had already seen everything.

I went downstairs and found my brother playing video games, my mom on the phone, and my dad in his office – everyone in their right place. I told my mom that something didn't feel right, and she suggested that for once I should clean my room. The thought itself made me nauseous. I went upstairs to sulk, feeling so overwhelmed that I might as well have been floundering without a boat in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

When I opened the door to my bedroom, everything was in its usual cluttered arrangement. A plate of half-eaten pancakes sat on my desk, soggy with syrup from the morning. My bikini hung lifelessly from my doorknob, dripping pool water. My heavy covers lay crumpled and cold across my bed, molded by the twists and turns of the previous night. Piles of dirty clothes sat unsorted, collecting dust.

I stood in the middle of the cluttered room, breathing in the filthy air that I had become so used to. In the silence of that moment, I began to hear the clock ticking. I became aware of the moldy smell. I noticed that a spider had spun a shimmering line from my lamp to the top of my mirror. I shivered in disgust. I remembered that winter how my stuffed animal, Vanilla, had fallen behind my dresser and I hadn't noticed until I caught the repulsive scent of her fur burning against the heater, until it was too late and she was permanently covered in brown spots.

I suddenly felt sympathy for everything in my room that I had buried, never to be seen again. Lost items I had blocked out for years made their way back into my consciousness: my favorite yellow tank top, the picture of my mom and me on that boat in Jamaica, my baseball card collection.

I had an urge to dive under my bed and uncover everything lurking in the murky depths of dust, and to climb up into the highest corners of my closet and rescue items that had been mingling with the spiders. The innocent piles were growing higher and higher until they were looming monsters before my eyes. They were threatening to swallow me whole. I had to get rid of them. And so I started to clean.

In a box buried under old textbooks, I found a letter that my Poppy had written me at camp. I hadn't thought of him since his funeral. I suddenly remembered the thrill of running naked through cold sprinklers with my cousins, the spicy smell of barbecue mixing with the salty air at his beach house, and the distinct feel of his soft sweater rubbing warmly against my cheek each time he enveloped me in a hug. I remembered my dad rocking me to sleep the night Poppy died, and how the tears wouldn't stop.

I sat with his picture, blocking out the rest of the mess around me. I was in the middle of a storm, but I sat there and studied him until I had memorized every line in his face. Tears began to roll down my cheeks again, and the relief was like the sound of heavy rain pounding on a roof at the end of a drought.

In the drawer next to my bed, I found a friendship bracelet my childhood best friend, Aubrey, had given to me before she moved to California. I traced the green and purple pattern with my thumb, realizing that I hadn't spoken to her in years. The next day I called her, and we talked all night, laughing about memories like dressing up as the Spice Girls for Halloween. She reminded me of the time we built a family of snowmen in my backyard and had a funeral for them when they'd melted. I had lost so many precious childhood memories over time, letting them slip away into the tide like grains of sand. It was the kind of conversation you never want to end because for each moment we talked, it felt like a bucket collecting droplets of water from a leak.

Under my bed I even found that picture of my mom and me in Jamaica. I had forgotten how turquoise the water had looked from our ship, but what really caught my attention, though, was my image. I had buck teeth, short hair, and pimples covering my face. I stared at that girl, barely able to recognize this person who had drowned in the mess of my room so many years before. I decided to completely re­organize and revamp my room so that all the books, belts, and baskets were in their right place. It was like finding the missing pieces of the puzzle.

The finishing touch was framing that photo and hanging it high up on my wall. After all, it was me I had been searching for.



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on Jan. 25 2010 at 1:50 pm
awww, that's really sweet!

on Jan. 3 2010 at 5:09 pm
--Flavia-- BRONZE, Trieste, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"A man is but the product of his thoughts what he thinks, he becomes." Gandhi

I love how the story flows by itself! My room is a mess too and not long ago I did the same thing as you and put everything back in order, I then lost myself in childhood memories, looking at old pictures, stuffed animals and small objects which at that time were so important to me and now after forgetting about them I realized that they still are and will always be. I LOVED THE STORY!

. said...
on Jan. 3 2010 at 1:11 pm
i love this story. So many teenagers lose themselves in their room. I, in fact, am one of them. It was beautifully written. I do encourage her to keep writing:]

DancinChic66 said...
on Jan. 3 2010 at 9:56 am
DancinChic66, Bolingbrook, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
In a perfect world a broken heart is fixed.

I have that problem. I never clean room. I hate spiders so its like if i dont clean i get them. My room right now is messy but not terrible.I have been working on throwing away useless junk. As for the story, i loved it a lot!!

StarsMoon said...
on Jan. 3 2010 at 1:40 am
StarsMoon, Lehi, Utah
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:) aw! thats so .. cute! and amazing, and i loved it! :D i can really relate to the not cleaning ur room thing... my room is a total pig sty; but i know where everything is! haha :) this story was awesome! it really shows you how sometimes its important to remember the past, not remember all the grudges, but who you were and how you felt at that moment.. :) thanks for well.. reminding me. :)

on Dec. 12 2009 at 8:20 pm
Deverie♥ SILVER, Carthage, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
I will seriously kick your butt....verbally.

this is awesome. I looked around my room and felt bad for all of my stuffed animals. :)

reesha SILVER said...
on Dec. 12 2009 at 5:07 am
reesha SILVER, Rawalpindi, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them."
Walt Disney

"Hakuna Matata!"
Lion King

"The British policy was 'unite and conquer'. But I say 'unite and conquer'."
Greg Mortenson (Three Cups of Tea)

That was really excellent. Now it makes me want to clean MY room!! :P

crazystraww said...
on Dec. 7 2009 at 5:55 pm
crazystraww, Bronx, New York
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Wow, that was really beautifully written

on Nov. 23 2009 at 1:27 pm
skittless2440 BRONZE, Pittsfield, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
"Be the change you want to see in the world."

Excellent writing. I loved it and found it very relatable! Keep up the good work!

on Nov. 19 2009 at 9:25 pm
lifeneedskelsy BRONZE, Chalmette, Louisiana
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Favorite Quote:
"Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink. But if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love. If you must steal, steal away from bad company. If you must cheat, cheat death. And if you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away."

This is such an amazing piece. It brought me to tears twice, and its so odd how a piece that started out as a someone cleaning their room turned into quite a beautiful story. You're a fabulous writer.

on Nov. 14 2009 at 2:55 pm
very_literary SILVER, Ballwin, Missouri
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good job i loved the vivid, descriptive language. i also love connecting random things to bigger moments great job!

Oliviaw BRONZE said...
on Nov. 5 2009 at 7:48 pm
Oliviaw BRONZE, West Cola, South Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
“Screwed down for life." ---Iowa Bob, The Hotel New Hampshire

Wow, bravo. Great usage of exaggeration.

on Oct. 7 2009 at 3:33 pm
Phantom_Girl GOLD, Ft. Carson, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
"If it comes out of the lion's mouth...it will be on the test."
-Mr. Bala

Lol, I was doing the same thing. Even the pancakes and the wet swim suit were in my room. But now I'm a total neat-freak.

on Oct. 7 2009 at 3:33 pm
Phantom_Girl GOLD, Ft. Carson, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
"If it comes out of the lion's mouth...it will be on the test."
-Mr. Bala

This is amazing! It's amazing how you took something as simple as cleaning your room and turned it into this story of self-discovery. Also, I loved the descriptive language.

on Oct. 6 2009 at 7:51 pm
cool5593 SILVER, Aurora, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
"Live and Learn"
"What good is it when you've gained the world, but lose your soul"

OMG!! I love the figurative language it really "Hooked" me I wish i was as good with writing. I am going to use yours as a mentor text. Thats AWESOME!!!!!

on Jul. 20 2009 at 10:16 pm
The whole time I was imagining my room when I was a little kid :D.

You did a wonderful job. I loved it.

4everluvjc said...
on Jun. 3 2009 at 2:03 pm
You're a great writer

on May. 25 2009 at 2:59 am
practicerandomkindness, Rindge, New Hampshire
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Fantastic story. Considering the topic, you did a great job. Very interesting

on May. 11 2009 at 8:28 pm
pinksage33 BRONZE, Woodstock, New York
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Very nice article. i can definitly relate!!!

on May. 2 2009 at 11:46 pm
VandaNoon PLATINUM, West Pittston, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
what i can remember
is a lot like water
trickling down a page
of the most beautiful colors
-Marie Digby 'Unfold'

For a story about cleaning your room, this was incredibly poignant. You're a brilliant writer.


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