Cracking open the door, what do we find? Dusty old furniture, forgotten in time.
Over in the corner, a beloved rocking horse, patiently awaiting a new playmate, of course.
What wonderful treasures are hidden away? Letters and books, photos faded to gray.
Packed away gently in box and basket, there’s no telling what we might find up in the attic.
by Cathy Rueter