I am the keeper of many things.
I have dozens of buttons, and all kinds of strings. I have have three nice paintings, from dude's who aren't dead. I also have 4 big novels, in which I've never read. I have a box full of trading cards, at least 1 or 2 of each kind. I have rackets and tennis ball's, which I'm sorry but I can't find. I have a wall of trophies and I've never even tried out or played sports. In fact I don't know who any of them are, but I bet they were really good. I have a crate full of tapes, at least that's what Dad called them. They must be old because they don't stick anymore, I tried everything and it just falls to the floor.

Oh yes I'm the keeper of many things, so much that I can't stop. But Mom told me, my rooms a mess and i have to clean out all of that junk!.
WHAT! "I said at the top of my lungs, as i was really upset. How can mom say my collection is junk doesn't she see? All the time I've put into these things.
After Mom calmed me down and and we had a little talk. I started looking around at my collection and thought that maybe a couple things, I ought.

Humm. YEAH!!!
I'll open a museum, and display all my things. I'll make signs around the neighborhood too. I will set up some tables where people will can see, and I can even hang the museum's sign, in the tree.

My signs are all done! Displayed, up the street and down.
so ecstatic, to see who shows up from around town.

Waiting... in felt like forever.
...impatiently, frustrated now about to close the garage door.
- Just then...
I heard an old womans voice. She asked me, "what's all this for?"

I responded with a shrug and asked, "Did you read any of my signs?
She said yes! "I tried to."
"I mean I couldn't make it all out, but I understood the main idea!" she explained in an age appropriate demeanor, as he is only a 2nd grader.
"I knew it was you once I finished...