When I was
six years old, I was playing in the
backyard when an
acorn dropped out of a
tree and hit me in the head. I cracked it open and took a look at it, and the
indentation left by the hollow
seed core made a perfect
heart shape in the middle of the acorn. It was the most
beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I
vowed (yes, at six!) that I'd give it to the
girl I wanted to
marry when I proposed and explain just how much the acorn meant to me. I forgot about it for years, but I just found it in an old
cabinet when I was clearing some things out. It still looks just as beautiful as the day I found it, and I nearly broke down
crying.
I've started carrying it with me wherever I go,
just in case...