When I was little, I apparently was fascinated by keys. My great-grandfather was a carpenter and kept keys for some of the houses he worked on. (A little creepy but back in the 1920's, it probably wasn't a big deal). When he died, my mom took one of his old keys on and saved it for me. For years I carried it on my key ring. It was the old-fashioned kind and it was a cool memoir even if I had never met my great-grandfather. I still have it today but tucked away in a small keepsake box.
Last week I was given my master key set for a few buildings, closets etc. I had to chuckle looking at all the keys and thinking I would probably be in heaven if I were 3 again. But now at the old age of 23, it's just something else to weigh my purse down with.
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Just don't go sticking any of them in light sockets again.
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