not my rosebud

Though I don't really remember it, this was most probably my skate key, and laniard. I was never a very good skater, and probably stopped trying around the time that I would have been capable of making a laniard like that attached to the key.

Being reunited with a laniard like this one, with a slightly rusting skate key attached to it, might be expected to bring up a flurry of childhood memories, might transport me to a long lost period of innocence, might encourage me reflect on the different, even unexpected, paths my life has taken. But quite frankly, what it does more than anything else is cause me to wonder where I'm going to keep an object toward which I long ago lost any sense of attachment.