Treasures
I love a good treasure hunt, even better if its free. When I was young, my mother had a odd little nickname for me, "Baggers" or as it grew, "Baggerlouski" Baggers was partly because I was so small at birth, less than 6 pounds and until about the age of 8, when I finally a growth spurt, my clothes were always so baggy on me. The other reason is that I used to love to pick up "treasures" wherever I went. Rocks, wrappers, broken plastic things, bike streamers, you name it. My mom got sick of having to hold all my treasures so whenever we were leaving the house she gave me a brown paper lunch bag so I had a place to put any treasures I might encounter. Everything was a treasure to me and I love that most of the things I found, I was allowed to keep, even if they were just random pieces of trash. While I was walking my dog the other day, taking in an amazing sunrise on Lake Michigan, I ruminated on how I wish that place of pure bliss I felt last summer was...
