Baggage

I think I understand what "baggage" is. As I was falling asleep, a happy memory came to mind. I was in high school and my mom bought me a pair of booties and a winter coat that I really loved and wanted to have. Things like that didn't happen too often. I usually had to wear what she decided to buy for me even if I didn't like it. She was always buying fashionable clothes for herself and my brother. I got clothes that were too big most of the times and never had a chance to pick my own. 
Well, as I remembered those two items, the memory filled me with joy and positive energy. It made me realize that most of the times, I"m carryiing around negative thoughts that bring me down and fill me with sadness. That must be the baggage that I'm carrying from old wounds and  the abuse I received from my mom for so many years. I want to get rid of that bag of negativity and replace it with good and positive thoughts.