It’s funny how some little things in our lives can have so much meaning. My keychain is one of my favorite things in the world and I would be devastated if I lost it. It sounds ridiculous.
I found this little gem in a small town in Colorado named Manitou Springs, not far from my hometown. Manitou Springs is known for its scenic setting and natural mineral springs, but all I knew it for was witchcraft and weirdoes; at least that’s what my parents had told me.
I don’t know how we ended up visiting this town since my parents strongly disapproved of the stories that came from such a place. But in some small souvenir shop I saw it; a keychain with a piece of leather attached. I wanted it. I needed it, really. I don’t remember what it was about it, but I felt as if it were made for me and I quickly snatched it up and made it mine.
I attached it to my keys the first chance I got and it’s been there ever since. The keys have changed, as well as the houses and cars that those keys opened, but 24 years later, the piece of leather attached remains the same. It has no sentimental value, wasn't passed down from generation to generation, but it means everything to me. I blame it on the witches and weirdoes.
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