When I was 5 years old, we went across the US Border from Arizona to Mexico when I was along on one of my dad's business trips. My dad bought me a beautiful handmade little Mickey Mouse necklace that was made by local jewelry makers. I treasured this necklace as a little girl.

My first day of gym class back in 1st grade, we were required to take off all jewelry. I had placed the necklace deep down inside my backpack, and after gym was over, found out it was gone. I do know who stole it, but never got it back, despite getting my teacher and parents involved. It broke my heart.

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Though dreams can be deceiving, like faces are to hearts; they serve for sweet relieving when fantasy and reality lie too far apart.-Fiona Apple