[ WP ] You find an old object of yours in the back of the closet . Tell us about a single memory that slams into your brain when you see the object .

It's a cold November evening. I'm finishing up boxing the remainder of what's left in my now old home. The painful memories in this place are just too much to bear. It's time to move onto the next chapter. 
 
 I approach the closet. There are just a few odd things left scattered across the floor. As I am gathering it all together, tossing everything into the last open cardboard box, I see a disposable camera in the darkest corner. 
 
 That was the camera that we brought on our first vacation to the beach. We never did have those photos developed. Suddenly my emotions go haywire. We had such a great time on that trip. That's when we were truly in love. That's when I was happy. 
 
 I sit there on the cold hardwood, staring at the camera. I remember her clinching to it on the drive down. I had never seen anyone so excited before. I remember the two of us strolling by the edge of the ocean and her desperate attempts to save the camera from the crashing waves. She seemed to always have it in her hands. What pictures were on it, though? 
 
 I'm in tears at this point. I'm moving out of this place to get away from this feeling. Finding this camera has done nothing more than drag me further down into my pit of depression. Why can she never leave my mind? Why did I have to come across this camera now? 
 
 Finally I stand up from the cold floor. My only option to cure my curiosity is to have these photos developed. I know I should n't put myself through this but there's no way that I could just throw it away. I have to know what is on this camera. 
 
 I drive to the nearest drug store. I have never had photos developed before. I mean who actually uses film anymore? I'm in a state of panic. My heart is racing. I have no idea what all could be on this camera. Will there be pictures of me? Will there be pictures of her? Will I be able to survive seeing us being happy together? 
 
 I approach the photo center. The employee behind the counter is facing away from me, frantically sorting out some papers. `` Excuse me, ma'am?'' I mutter. She turns around and in that instant my entire body goes numb. It's her.
