Locks and Memories...

I have this really old hope chest in my office. It was one of the first pieces of furniture my parents bought when they got married...when they divorced after 15 years of marriage 26 years ago, and my mother decided she didn't really want "kids" anymore and started living her own life with no regard for me, at 12 or my sister...she ended up giving this to my sister a few years later...who in turn, last year gave it to me. It's weird, when I open it, I get flashes of my childhood. Some happys, so not...either way...I am glad my sister kept it and give it to me.
Wierd.