Pirates! Who hasn't heard of them, their amazing adventures and chests full of jewels, gold and other important objects? What would be our impression if we found a chest from centuries ago filled with various objects instead of gold? Would we consider them valuable? Probably not, but they could have been invaluable to the owner. People attribute special value to some objects based on an experience, emotion or hidden message associated with them. I also have a chest with treasures. In the left corner of my closet, bathed in the shadows of my clothes, sits a Sterilite™ Ultra™ storage box measuring 18 1/8" long x 12 1/4" wide x 7 1/2" tall ; a $6 plastic container that's so light gray you can easily see through it. Darker latches emerging from each side hold the snow cover like strong fists. A concentric rectangle grows out of the white lid less than half a meter away. inches tall, two from the edges and one inch from the handles, to beautify the surface that would otherwise be flat, except for the two depressions along the latches that facilitate the task of opening Inside, I treasure my most prized possessions, nothing gold; or precious stones but a recorder, a small wooden clown, a porcelain figure of a little sailor with a barrel, a hand-crafted envelope and a small shell. My family and I went to the beach every summer on one of those trips; I encountered a small shell, so small I could hold it together on my ring and little fingers. Despite its size, it appears fully developed. From a central point the spiral chocolate shell develops. As the shell moves away from the center, white bony lines separate the brownish layers. Going further, three rows of spikes come out like a chain... in the center of the paper... yes his voice and the birds singing when the dawn appears. For fear of being robbed, pirates used to hide their chests in remote jungles, on the tops of distant mountains, on the shores of deserted islands, and so on; however I have no need to bury my treasure chest as it contains no gold or precious stones but items that would have no value to anyone except me. They transport me to places where gold would not want: I can go to the beach even in the coldest winter listening to my shell and looking at my sailor or I can go back as a third person and see myself confessing my love, and relive the same emotions. These objects are fragments of my memories, symbols that say more than 1000 words, keys that open doors to my past, pieces of me that reflect part of my personality. I'm sure more treasures will be added to my memory box throughout my lifetime.