My childhood Leslie would through a temper tantrum if she knew what her "grown up" self was doing: scaring and thus forever ruining the magical powers of her rocks. Thankfully, I don't have to deal with that little brat and can do what I want! Besides, I did extensive research on how to remove adhesive from porous rock. My rocks, my precious and beautiful rocks. My closet was filled with egg cartons of rocks, among other treasures. I hid them away and pawed over them after school and on weekends. Oh. It just occurred to me. I was kind of pathetic. I thought everybody would oogle over them and be insanely jealous of my collection. So I brought them to school to brag. Apparently, third grade girls could care less. Heck, even the boys weren't thrilled.
Whatever. I can't get over how beautiful they are and the stories they hold of childhood exploration days. So, I dusted them off and glued them on some canvas and hung them on our wall. I'm honest when I say, I get butterflies in my stomach whenever I walk past them.
Among my trinkets and things was this gilded, and probably cheap elephant locket. I begged the next door neighbor to release it to me. At the time, it was the most exotic artifact I ever beheld. He laughed and said "sure, its probably cursed anyway"
I also have my coin collection, shells, keys, beads, little boxes, pins that really should have a chance to shine on the blog stage. Stop cringing, I won't post them.