What's in that box?

I have a confession to make. I need to be set free. I am in bondage. I am...a pack rat. There. I said it. Confession is good for the soul right? I cleaned out several boxes worth of stuff that I have seen fit to carry along with me for the past 8 years. Why? Why did I put that stack of papers in that box? Why do I need that key chain? How many old army hats do I need? Do I even fit that shirt anymore? I even found unopen packs of batteries, stationary, and some bubble gum from Italy! It's sad and funny at the same time. I feel great having taken an entire truck load of junk to the dump. I'm on my way to being a free man! Only God knows why I hold on to so much junk!