|The pink card commemorates success at floral art!|
I've been reliving some former glories from my childhood. I have a cardboard box full of certificates for various achievements, some of which date back to my primary school days: such marvels as the two-widths splash race, and then later 'proper' swimming and life-saving skills; school sports day; Cycling Proficiency Test (I have two of these!); St Johns Ambulance Brigade awards for first aid, hygienic food handling and, unbelievably, home nursing; there's dancing, gymnastics and athletics; Save The Children fundraising; and piano playing. There are some useful ones, too, such as my degree and other professional and academic qualifications.
Why did I keep them? I suppose I was proud of myself at the time. Why do I continue to keep them? No idea - but I can't bring myself to throw them away.