Sentimental Sundays

Each spring and fall I change out my wardrobe. I have a large wardrobe box that houses my cold-weather clothes in the summer and my warm-weather clothes in the winter. This is when I purge all my clothes I haven't worn in a while and donate them. It's a nice little tradition I have for myself.

In the bottom of the box are several shirts and other clothes that hold sentimental value. I usually leave them in their place at the bottom and just make the switch. Well today, I thought I would look through my old memories and this is what I found.

My very first soccer jersey. My team name was Goal Fever and I was #3. I can vividly remember being so proud as I brought this home. Dax thought it smelled funny.

This was my first basketball jersey. As you can see I was #23 for the Stealers. I made many good friends on the Stealers that I still have today.
This was my first "school-issued" jersey. This was the first time I ever represented Yukon Public Schools. Boy was I proud. This was actually just our practice jersey.

My maiden name was cool.

This was my jersey for powderpuff football. This actually brings up bittersweet memories. Each year we played the stupid underclassmen beat us. However I do remember making one killer block that shook the crowd. On the other hand, I also remember tripping running out to the field after they announced my name at the beginning of the game. Ah, sweet memories.