When my youngest was in kindergarten, his class made time capsules which they were to open upon high school graduation. I often helped in his classroom and I remember the struggle he had choosing what to put in it. High school graduation came and went and the time capsule was buried somewhere in a kitchen cabinet in our house. Off to college he went and we’d all forgotten about the painted and sealed can.
When he graduated from college, he asked about it but I didn’t know what had happened
to it, until my sister and brother-in-law found it among the things I’d stored at their house when I sold our house in Mead. So it sits on my desk waiting for Alex to come and claim it and open it. He doesn’t really remember what’s in it either, but he told me that in kindergarten he remembered being very concerned about how he’d get the hot glue off to get it open when the time came. His teacher responded, “When you’re in college, you’ll know.” Wise teacher.
Alex thinks there may be beetle borgs in it and some hit clips, possibly something spiderman and I wondered about a little Lego man. The can is much smaller than I remember, but the memories it contains will be so much bigger than any can could hold. I have no idea what I would have put in a similar vessel when I was in kindergarten, do you?