Finding things is so neat. Forgotten snippets that open up huge areas of your brain. When I was 15 I carried my pens and pencils around in a cream coloured, zipped case. Some of my friends would write things on the outside of my pencil case, doodling during class. A particularly spectacularly perfect friend of mine , Cas, drew a heart on my cream pencilcase, and inside she wrote "Midge loves Rosencrantz and Guildenstern".