While packing up boxes for a forced move, feeling very sorry for myself, I decided to polish up an old copper pitcher and put it on e-bay. I picked it up and heard the rattle of something inside and turning it upside down over the trash can, watched as various and sundry items spilled out. Among the rubber bands, nails and a discarded baby bottle, I saw some folded papers. Fishing them out I discovered them to be play money one of my children stuffed in there years ago. My imagination took over and I stood there for a few moments indulging in childhood fantasy thinking if maybe I rubbed the base of the urn, the money would turn real and what I would do with it. Of course my thoughts did not immediately turn to paying bills or buying groceries, but to travel to an exotic locale and other purely selfish pursuits. And even after reality came intruding into my reveries, I felt lighter, and happy for a short respite from life as I know it.
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