A child can find magic in the simplest of things, and something small and - to an adult - not worth even taking a second look at, can seem like a glorious treasure to a child.
I was reminded of this fact a few days ago while helping my Mam to clear out some old stuff. We found all sorts of things while clearing, but the one that inspired this post was a small box.
There seemed to be nothing special about the box. It was just a small, plastic, dust covered box.
Or, was it?
It was, in fact, a child's treasure box.
My childhood treasure box.
A couple of the contents I see why they were "treasures" to me. But some of them had me wondering... Why? Why would anyone want to keep some of these things? How are they treasures?
I returned every item to the box, and I handed the box back to Mam. I figured that she had kept it all this time, so she might as well continue to do so.
Ever since then I've been trying to figure out why I would have kept some of the items in the box. Why were they special? What made them worth putting in my "treasure box" to keep them safe?
The only answer I can come up with is...
I'm sure I had my reasons. Something about them must have seemed important or special to my young mind.
Perhaps they were trophies from some great adventure I had while exploring the world around me?
Perhaps they were given to me by someone who meant something to me?
Or, perhaps I just thought they looked nice?
Those treasures will - for now, at least - remain in that box. But the mystery of why they were first put in there may never be solved. The answer may be locked somewhere in my mind, but the key to unlocking it has probably been lost many years ago as I've grown up.