Light Cleaning

He'd only meant to do a bit of obligatory (meaning long overdue) cleaning of his room when he stumbled across a worn notebook, bound with leather that was fraying slightly. He didn't remember anything like this. Admittedly curious, he opened to the first page.
'Dear journal,
I want to go to the moon someday! Carlita says that's stupid. Mom says I can do it, though! I'll show my silly sister!'
Damon chuckled slightly, reading his younger self's crooked, loopy handwriting. His handwriting hadn't changed that much, actually. Flipping through the slightly yellowed pages, he turned to a more recent section.
'Dear journal,
I don't want to go to the moon anymore. I can't believe I thought that was a good idea! Instead, I want to reunite the People of the Vale and repopulate where they used to live. Mom mentioned that before. I bet that would make her happy.'
Damon dropped the journal as though it were made of hot coals. That certainly wasn't something he'd wanted to read. 
"Damon?" he heard a familiar voice say. Mannes. He'd said he would stop by today, there was something he'd wanted to talk about. Looking back at the mess which remained in the room, Damon let out a sigh. There was still a lot of work to be done before this room was clean. 
After standing there for a moment, he picked up the journal and closed it, setting it on a table.
Some things were best forgotten.
Some were best remembered.