Memory Doorway [not: Horror] (1/6/04 - 1/7/04)


When I opened the doorway to my memories, I saw three boxes. A good memory box, a wish box, and a bad memory box.

I opened the good memory box. It said, "Tricked you." A hand grabbed me. 

The box said, "Listen to this poem." A paper appeared in my hand. It read:

Horrible horrid. 
Look at my eyelid.
It has gross stuff.
It is gross, sure enough.
There is a lot of rain,
while also a lot of pain.
Your shoe got stuck in cement.
What a terrible event.
Remember a horrible memory?
Or are you a chimpanzee?

I stopped reading the poem. I knew I should not read a horrible poem about horrible stuff. I jumped up to try to get out of the box. I could not reach the top. But why use the roof, when I can use the exit? The exit sign was right next to me. I ran through the exit. I was out of the memory box.

I wanted to look into the other boxes, but what if they were all bad? Well, I still looked into the wish box. It was filled with nothing. But my mind was filled with wishes.