Those of you that know me well know that I don’t necessarily like roller coasters. It’s not that I won’t go on them, it’s just that I don’t seek them out or anything – it’s more like I tolerate them. This evening I was digging through some boxes, that I have yet to unpack since my move in March, looking for something or other and I kept coming across old pictures and notes and letters and the like. What an emotional roller coaster opening a box can be! One minute happiness remembering good times, the next deep sadness remembering not so good times. So, I think that I’ve decided: the emotional roller coasters, not so much either but I guess I’ll have to tolerate them too.