The Wandering Bark

I have a paper box that houses the relics of my girlhood that I can't help sifting through. It sits on the top shelf of the hall closet of my mom's house, waiting it seems, for the moment I return to claim it for an hour or two. I found some pictures I took when I was exploring what was then my new home. If I took a camera out now, I wonder how I would see the city...