As a kid, I followed my grandpa around every chance I got. He always had a million things to do, though it seemed like that to me....lol. I think he made my daily visits more of an adventure just to see his granddaughter's eyes light up when we found all sorts of treasures around the house, yard, and in the garage. One of the things that I loved to find with him were old keys. He always put them in a nice box and from time to time we would look at them. I have some of those keys now and they mean the world to me...they bring me back to a time with my grandpa, whom I miss so much, a time that seemed to go by so fast but was carefree and innocent. Thank you Grandpa for always being there.
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