The rain poured outside making the house quiet. Your daughter is busy with her education; she is in the first grade. You're young, but you're also mature. You have a small family and live with your boyfriend. You quietly shuffle through boxes upon boxes in the closet looking for your old books you won't need anymore. Your daughter needs the books to give to the school library and for a child fund raiser. You're more than happy to get rid of your old worthless books; you've grown up.
Looking over under a pile of Halloween costumes and Christmas decorations; there was a box with giant letters that spelled Sburb. You're confused so you take it out. You don't remember packing a box with this ladled on it. The box is smaller than the others so you easily lift it out. You sit on your bed and carefully open the dust brown box.
The first thing you pull out is a pair of candy corn horns attached to a head band. You sigh and toss them aside thinking how silly you looked in those things. It has been what… fifteen years now? Twenty years? You can't quite recall the last time you wore them.
You pull out several wigs and glasses of sorts. You pull out black shirts covered in grey paint. At the bottom of the box is another small flat one. You pull it out along with a note book. The box contains pictures; many different pictures. You see the smiling faces and goofy grins. You're there in most of them; you're smiling and happy. You remember each face and remember each laugh. A small smiled comes across your face as you flip through the pictures. Your heart; there is a feeling you can't quite make sense of. You're happy but for some reason you're sad.
You gently lift the horns and look at each detail you put into them. You sigh and set them down reaching for a pair of the glasses. You remember someone had given them to you to remember them by, although you have forgotten who. You look at the pictures again recalling the laughter.
A small tear runs down your face.
You realise that never again you will wear the horns. You won't ever get to run around with grey faces; happy grey faces. You realise that you won't be part of the fandom you dearly loved. The people you've met, the memories you've made, and all this is behind you now. You've had fun. A part of you wants to burst into tears but you can't, you're smiling like an idiot now.
The rain it still pours down on the quiet house as you sit in silence with tears flooding your eyes. To realise that your fun came to an end is just heart breaking. Those were good times. Now it is time to grow up and move on. Your life is too busy to worry about the past. You're an adult now; it's time to put childish things away and act mature.
You put the items back in the box gently leaving a finger on each one as you remember the details. Once the last item is back in you close the box. You carry the box back into the storage where it will sit for another few years. Left and forgotten.
"Mommy I'm home!"
Your daughter calls form the kitchen. You wipe the remaining tears away and put a happy face on forgetting the fandom you once loved, and all the friends you've made. You smile at your daughter and kiss her cheek.