My fiancé, Michael's, closet is a time capsule filled with items from the last twenty-seven years of his life. First, there are three large boxes with thousands of sports cards from the years 1976 to 1992. Two boxes of yellowed comic books are stacked on top of the sports cards, each sealed in a plastic bag and labeled with the date the comic was purchased. In a large purple duffel bag, is a small, worn, black baseball mitt from his final year of Little League in 1988. Next to the mitt, is a pair of soccer cleats the he wore during Bayshore High School's championship game in 1995. Under the sports bag are three large camouflaged back packs, which he acquired during his eight years in the United States Army. The first contains several pairs of Battle Dress Uniforms, each with badges from the different military bases he was stationed at, and the rank he was adorned with at that particular base. The second bag is filled with combat boots, each pair tied together and marked with a date, mission name, and country where they were worn. The third bag has hundreds of topographical maps, which are also labeled with a date and mission name, like the boots in the previous bag. Hanging in the closet are years’ worth of clothing. The yellow duck costume that he wore in his kindergarten play, his little league uniform with grass stains still on the knees, the entire football uniform from his senior year of high school, the battle dress uniform from his graduation of boot camp, his green Class-A Army dress uniform adorned with medals and ribbons, and finally, the tan, camouflaged flack vest that he wore during his deployment to Afghanistan. All of the clothing is covered by clear plastic guards, so that dust and insects can not damage them. On the shelves above the clothes are numerous photo albums. Each is labeled as to which period of time the photos inside are from. On top of the photo albums sits his folded baby blanket and blue baby book. Next to the albums are five shoe boxes filled with papers, each holding a different memory. In the hundreds of papers that are packed into the boxes, is the macaroni-noodle and glitter Christmas tree from pre-school, the first spelling test that he received an "A" on from second grade, a presidential fitness award from his sixth grade gym class, his first traffic ticket, and numerous honorary awards from his years in the military. There is a small empty space on the shelf next to the shoe boxes. That space will not stay empty for long, as he will be sure to find some item of sentimental value to add to the piles of memories that fill the closet.