
The other day I was cleaning my room, so I could not skip to clean the dust off the shelves... and most of the shelves in my room are fool of basketballs,medals,awards and so on...things that constantly remind me of basketball. When I got injured the thought of putting them in a box and throwing them in the basement did not give me a rest, but I did not have the strength to do it and one of my friends constantly told me it is my past and I should not throw it away but just get used to it and move on. So every time I clean those shelves billions of memories fight in my head and my eyes always fill with tears, so cleaning those shelves is something I hate. Well this weekend as I started cleaning the medals and etc. these memories started rushing in my head again, and my eyes started filling with tears again!



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