“First is the worst, second is the best, third is the one with the treasure chest (or hairy chest).”
Does anyone else remember chanting that in line when in pre-school? It was often accompanied with some shoving, elbowing, or (if one was lucky) polite moving when racing to get into line at the teacher’s call.
Well, my third most popular post from the past year is a personal treasure chest. I wrote this post because I needed it. I needed to comfort myself. Titled Hold on to the Beautiful Moments, I wrote it during the height of the Venezuelan protests and marches. It was when I finally began to take pictures of what was going on around me. Before then, I had been too scared to do so.