Home for the holidays: rediscover items of nostalgia

The turkey’s in the oven and my uncle is passed out in front of the TV. I head to my room to pass the time until dinner’s ready (which happens at 3:42PM every year without fail, because we eat whenever the turkey’s done, and no matter when we begin cooking the bird, it will finish at 3:42PM on the dot). After some aimless rifling around, I stumble upon a literal time capsule: a green IKEA storage box filled with everything from old letters and mix CDs to prom photos.
My mom, wa