My Memory Box

Today I looked into my memory box, a little box, that my Mom bought me in Alaska, filled with little trinkets filled with memories, little notes from cousins, some gifts from my friends, and some friendship bracelets from my friends back in Indy, where I used to live.
And I came across this bracelet, it's not the prettiest bracelet, but it carries so many memories from Indy, and what a marvelous day I had...
It was a beautiful sunny day, it was 6pm, we gathered at my youth group and got ready for the inner-city kids to come, they were visiting our youth group to hear a message and play some wacky, fun, games with us. My friend Claire and I teamed up to make bracelets for them, once we were done with one, she would go get more strings and we'd make another one...And another one, and another one...We made about twenty, ten for me, ten for her, little did we know that we would pair up in groups for one inner-city kid...Only one. The inner-city kid I played with was a nine year old girl, Vicky, she was very bright and perky, she was lots of fun. We played games, ate food, and it was time for Vicky to say good-bye, everyone in her group rushed to give her a hug and a bracelet, that was a day I will never forget...
What happened to the other bracelets? Well, I don't really know, I lost them, but this one, I managed to keep...:)

~Nana