I probably should have asked for someone to get it down for me. It weighs like 50 pounds and if it would have fell on me I would have been squished. I decided to take the risk of dying anyways to go through his things alone. It hasn't been opened in 15 years and it was dusty af. It was just random stuff that all go thrown in there when he died. It was strange seeing and feeling his things and all the memories from my childhood. I found my first toy in there that I was always playing with. I can't believe he kept it and all the boxes of arrow heads we'd going searching for
