To follow on from yesterday, here is another memory from the early 90's. I would watch Twin Peaks on my portable tv in my room. It was a frustrating programme but I liked the otherworldly tone of secrets and the almost supernatural. I was in a frame of mind to make me want to leave a secret of my own in this house for someone else to discover. I pulled up the carpet in a corner of my room with the thought of sawing through a piece of board to make a hiding place for something like a piece of writing etc. 
It would Mark me out as having been mysterious and people would be fascinated in my story when it was found. 
I hoped.
Ten years maybe previously to this, my Aunt and Uncle had left a package in a newly built wall of their house. It contained our three names and a coin of every denomination of that time. The idea of this being discovered was very interesting to me and later when I was 24 I managed to do something similar. 
1998. I had a girlfriend who was really pleasant. Completely average in all respects. Whilst this meant that there wasn't really a thing wrong with her, it also meant I had no feelings towards her (it wasn't until later that I realised I always feel like that).
We had arranged a trip to Scotland in her car. We took turns to drive north stopping off at Dunfermline and then on to Oban. 
 I believe it was Dunfermline where we arrived at our Pub/Bed and Breakfast to have the few regulars stop talking and look at us when we walked in, but nothing hostile. I invited my girlfriend to join in the only piece of entertainment equipment I could see, the dart board. We created a number like 300 to start with and played. I was in charge of the scores which was wrong on two counts. 1, I am rubbish at Maths, especially when under pressure to do it in front of someone quickly. 2, I am when all is said and done ..a cheating bastard at games. 
I managed to do the first couple of subtractions ok but then I would invite her to agree with the numbers I had written. Then it came out as she said "Don't ask me, I am numerically dyslexic"
"Eh?" I said.
"I get my numbers mixed up" she stupidly told me. 
As I turned to continue doing the scores I must've smiled to myself. It didn't need me to do the Maths correctly for me to see I was losing nearly everytime I threw my darts.
So If I scored 12, I would turn and say 21, with an air of being correct. She never questioned it. As I fell further behind I decided to push her failings to a further test. If It seemed like a tricky sum to do I would just bark out a loud number and hope she didn't add up. If I maybe thought I scored 34 I would just say 47 loudly and if I struggled with the Maths I would just say a number and then rub out our scores and completely make the number totals up. 
Needless to say I won and we sat down happily. 

Sorry I have digressed. I took with me a metal tub with a letter I had written before we set off. It said where I lived and other details. It had a photo of her and I too. Also my letter said about us probably splitting up one day but this capsule was a snap shot of this moment. We drove past a few Lochs up in Scotland until I saw a section of road which seemed kind of unique and that time would probably not alter too much. Once out of the car I found a large half buried rusty metal barrel. I decided this would stand as a marker. I dug and then buried my box with a brief explanation of what was in it. "stuff" was what I said. 
I then organised large rocks into a heart shape where I had buried it. I then made an X on a road map I had as to the exact ish location of this place. I intended to go back one day in the hope of finding it and I still feel the same. BUT, I also seemed to have buried with that box my few feelings for my girlfriend. As we drove off I felt more than a little bothered that I had not done this with my true love, but I had not met her yet. The next day I still felt that I was completely empty of emotion towards her. A week later I finished with her. 
I want to go dig that box up but I worry that I would let out the feelings for her that I had accidentally buried. What then? 
Anyway I enjoyed writing that for you and feel better for exorcising those demons.