A treasure that has been lost is our innocence. They the moment of purity, as we enter the world, we start to build our memories. We meet the good and the bad, we create our universe. We meet society at the doorsteps, and start to realize where we want to go, and stay where can’t escape from and much more.
A lost treasure for me was a necklace my best friend’s mother bought for me. It was a chain with a soccer ball on it. It was such a lovely gift and very personable. I love this woman, her name is Sharon. Just an amazing woman.
Either way the chain had popped sometime ago, and the tried the save the pendant, and to put on another necklace, but it end up being lost. I love that pendant. It was one of my treasures.
Earliest memory wow, that’s a great topic. I remember life as a kid in Jamaica, where life was so simple. I can’t say I can remember the exact age, but luckily my mother through photos caught my life growing up, so memories were able to flow better.
I remember having a stuff smurf teddy, and walking around the house. Jumping on the bed wild and crazy, to do drops like in wrestling on tv. I remember watching entirely way too much looney tunes. That was like my favorite pastime.
Listening to music and not understand what the hell was playing, but knew enough how to press play and flip a cassette in the stereo. I remember the alley ways for which neighbors and family use to come by and say hi to my parents and always excited to see me, the shy guy in the neighborhood.
This a good memory to remember for me, back in the days.