Pulling Out The Treasure Box

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Tonight a new friend sent me a song with a peom. Not only did I listen to it over and over I read the words. It brought back a something a lady I took care many years ago told me. I sat and tried to find a box. This is not a box that cannot be damaged but the elements of life. This box is a box that is neatly tucked in the corner of our mind. When you are a lone in the world and you need to feel love, go and pull out that box. In there you will find your first kiss, your first skin knee. So tonight, as I sit here feeling all alone and scared of what tomorrow holds, I go and pull out this box. In there I found my first kiss to the boy across the street. I feel the blood rushing to my face as I remember running back behind the shed and a fast kiss on the lips. I remember how wonder that felt. I remember how I felt like someone special, like I was important in someone life. I found my first bike ride down this very steep hill; I remember the feeling of the air passing in my hair. It was a foolish childhood game; it was a time in a child life when they do not think anything would hurt them. That no matter what they do they will die. The object of this game was to ride down the hill and cross a main road with out coming to a stop. If you stop, you would hear everyone call you chicken. Just to let you know that only cars that came down that road our parents and they knew we rode our bikes down the hill so they always drove slow. In addition, we never seem to do this very close to a time we knew they would be coming home. (LOL) I was never called a chicken if that tells you anything. I remember play army with the boys in the cow field, and it getting dark and I threw myself on the ground when I heard the enemy coming. Right as I did this my parents yelled for us to come back to the car as it was time to go home. I was forced to ride in the back of the pick-up as I had thrown myself in a pile of cow droppings. (LOL) But hey the boys never found me and I won the game… I was a girl then beating the boys and to me I would have done it again. I remember feeling pretty proud of myself. I want to share this page with you and I hope you place it in your favorites so you can play it and read it and pull out your own treasure box on those nights you feel alone. http://www.marycy.org/remember.html