Locks close things in; keep other things out. I didn’t know it until last night, but locks can resurrect memories and even be something passed down to the next generation.
The lock pictured above is the combination lock that I used in junior high school P.E. I don’t know which is more frightening: the fact I still have the lock, or that I remember the combination. (This is odd, considering I can’t remember anything unless it’s written on a Post-It note.)
Many of my school memories are filled with embarrassment, anxiety and self-consciousness. P.E. was the worst. “Dressing out” in my gym clothes was only the beginning.
Oh, how can P.E. embarrass me?
Let me count the ways…
There’s softball and archery,
Basketball, soccer and weights.
Volleyball and rope climbing,
Square dancing before the holidays…
When my son came home and said he needed a lock for his gym locker (his first year to get a locker), I remembered my old lock. I found it in a desk drawer a few days ago and almost dropped in our Goodwill donation box. For some reason, I didn’t.
This lock symbolized a time of self-loathing and obsessing over everything I couldn’t do well. Giving it to my son allowed me to let go; literally and figuratively.
Do you have anything you’ve kept but didn’t know why? Was P.E. a time for you to show off your athletic prowess, or creative skills (while dreaming up the perfect sick excuse?)