What would I put in my box now if I still wanted to remember everything about my present life? Although I only have limited experiences, I know that this has got to be one of the most beautiful things to ever exist. I hear my mum’s warm voice cutting through my thoughts to tell me what an amazing friend I have for giving me such a beautiful bracelet. Glancing back at my memory box, I wonder if my grandma kept her bracelet in her memory box or if she now wears it in heaven, part of me hope she still wears it and doesn’t pack it away, as I did. The motif of the memory box is handled thoughtfully, acting as a tangible symbol of growth and change over time.