Doodles of the Past

I made these doodles when I was a kid! I can't believe they're still here...

This place was my secret tunnel out into the real world. I used to run and hide here when I got into trouble...

But why were they left up? Did someone want me to find it? I should take a look around.

Writing codes on the wall. Secret hideouts. I guess I've always been up to no good...

The entrance should be just past this rock. I wonder if the old place has changed much...

No. No, this probably isn't the place...

(It's an old chest filled with the treasures of your youth. Memories flood back as you go through its contents.)

Heh... It's all my old stuff. My slingshot, my old wooden sword... I used to practice for hours with this.

I thought I was so tough back then. Ha... What a brat I was.

...What's this? A bouquet... and a letter? These aren't mine...

To... mother? I was going to surprise her with this. The day before... it happened...

(Even after all these years, the scent of the flower fills the box.)

...N-no. No more looking back. I promised myself I'd only look forward from now on...

I need to get out of here. There's still more work to do!

It's almost as if this place wanted to be found... I should go inside.