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Treasure Map
My cousin found the bottle with a map in it. Upon further examination, it was quite clear this was a treasure map. Well, we went ape shit. We were jumping up and down, yelling and dancing. I don’t think I’ve ever been that stoked about anything in my adult life. We were amped. We found a fucking treasure map.
We all gathered around, my parents equipped with their cameras, to see what the map would say. It was burnt on the edges, it looked old. It was written in what we thought was olde English. My sister read the map. We ran to the first clue. When we got there, we rejoiced. Throwing our hands in the air, singing songs we just made up.
We went to the next spot, and the next, and the next. Our anticipation and excitement growing. There was hugging. There was jubilation.
We followed the map to it’s final point at the beach. What now? Our parents gave us a shell to dig with. We dug, and we found a net. But not just any net. A net with a giant X on it. X marks the spot. We dig further, and there it is… a treasure chest. Not a big chest, but it didn’t matter. We found treasure. We found a fucking pirate treasure. We celebrated in our rapturous state. This was the best day of our short lives.
We brought the chest back to camp and opened it up. It was filled with jewelry, money from around the world, and gems. We divied up the booty. The gems were fake of course. It was all devised by my parents and my aunts and uncles. My mom used to be calligrapher, so she created a map. They went to the beach prior to plan the route to the treasure. They filled it with old stuff they thought would look authentic for an old treasure chest.
I would continue to believe we found a real buried treasure chest until sometime in middle school. There were some pretty obvious give aways, and I think we purposefully blinded ourselves to them. It was impossible to be upset that our treasure was a fake, because my parents gave us this incredible adventure and a memory that I can play in my mind like a movie. The need for a thrill, a creative mind, and imagination is what I inherited from my parents. It comes with the madness of seeking something that may not be real, but it keeps life from being boring. And looking back, the best part was never finding the treasure anyway.
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