My love for treasure hunting started at a very young age. During my infant-middle school years my grandfather had a blue and white motorboat which we would take out on the river as often as the weather would allow. Speeding down the river at, to a child's mind, felt like the speed of light the boat would hit waves and leap out of the water nearly tossing myself and my sister off of the bow where we clung to in our life jackets grinning wildly. This thrill and love of adventure flowed in my blood from an infantile age and stayed with me into future years.
At the age of six on a small sandbar out in the river as I was digging in the sand I came across a trinket that would have looked like garbage to anyone else, but to me was treasure. I dug up the broken off tip of a bottle opener and raced to my grandfather with it clutched in my tiny hands, excitedly showing him what I had found. At this point, if he had tossed it away and scolded me for playing with trash, my treasure hunting passion would have fizzled and been crushed. But that kind man took that silly bottle opener from my hands, grinned beneath his graying mustache, and asked if he could hang onto it for a little bit, promising to keep it safe. Less than a week later, he returned my treasure to me with the addition of a beautifully hand carved handle. My grandfather had used his carpentry skills to turn my little trinket into a beautiful tool. To this day, this bottle opener sits in my tool box as a reminder of my grandfather, and as my very first treasure hunting find that sparked a life long passion.
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