Childhood Memory
One of my earliest childhood memories is from living at my grandmother’s house in Connecticut when I was about seven years old. Although I have a blurry memory of most of my childhood, one particular day sticks out in my mind. ... About eleven years later, I now have no memory of this jewelry box or where it ended up, but I certainly have a vivid memory of the golden key. ... Now however, the key, not the jewelry box, still remains in my night table drawer as one of my childhood treasures.