Memories

Going through my room again I came upon my little "treasure box". It's interesting to see the items that come into your possession throughout the years, and how they reflect a part of you - who you were, who you are, who you become. My Chuck e Cheese coins, the badly folded dragonfly that I made for my friend's wedding reception. Things that may have no value to anyone else can be of infinite meaning, to the right person.

My baby bracelet was not made of gold or platinum, but has attained quite some character over the years. The best part? It still fits.