Memory box

Box of buttons! Really a tin! I am transported back to being 5 ( a long time ago ). I used to carry this around with me and pretend the tin was full of treasure. I would sit under a large heavy table. The table cloth covered all the sides to the floor. It was my little makeshift den. I would spill the buttons on to the floor, run my fingers through them. To me they were sparkling jewels. A real treasure trove. I carried that tin with me everywhere :). My children used the tin too. I found tiny pieces of lego and a sad looking reindeer. I wonder if my children will have similar memories to me ?