My Red Treasure Chest

I have been searching for a treasure chest, or hope chest for a long time. During one of the snow days my boyfriend and I walked through a thrift store and there in the back was a red, beaten up, half way broken treasure chest. Which was more than likely the most exciting moment of my day. I have always wanted one and even though this one looked like it had been through hell, I thought it gave it character, I loved it. So I bought it for $5 and filled it will all my journals, lyrics, poems and other papers I have collected. I love my treasure chest, now I have to wait til I am older to buy a good wooden on to fill with the precious moments of my adult life. The reason I think I loved this one so much because, like me it has been beaten, tossed around, and all the bruises and dents make it perfect.