HOBBY BANTER

I go home and open the door.
I walk through the living room,
Take a hard left down the long hallway,
I walk to the end and enter my room.
There I see them. Hundreds of memories scattered across the area in front of me
In forms of small 60mmx87mm pieces of cardboard.
I look at one.
The picture on it is reminiscent of a cowboy.
This one reminds me of one of the most outrageous nights of my life.
The night Jordan and I spent a ninety minute long battle against the team of Andy and Brendan.
I look at another one.
It hones resemblance to a colosseum.
Just by looking at it I can instantaneously hear the rage in Jesse’s unruly vocabulary.
I pick up a third one.
Now fully engulfed in the memories from the past year.
This one is quite simple.
It bears striking similarity to a fairy floating above a lake.
I recall all the times I bluffed it and immediately induced disbelief and irritation in the four of my close friends.
I look at one last card.
Then I realized it,
all these tiny pieces of cardboard hold a memory.
whether it's good or bad
funny or serious,
each of these symbolize something significant in my life.