Three Things I Will Hate to Lose

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I'm not usually an attached person when it comes to material things. All my life I've been moving in so many directions. I never had a steady home, so I lost a lot of things, sometimes not even realizing they're gone until months later. There are few objects that I really care about because they bring back memories and they make me happy. There are amazing things behind them. These objects tell stories and help identify who I am.

The first thing I'd hate to lose is my jar of paper butterflies. About 5 years ago, I was sitting at my computer checking emails and listening to one of my favorite bands; Coldplay. I got the urge to google them, and consequently found that they were about to start touring in the United States. I immediately checked for a date in New Jersey, where I lived, but there wasn't one. I then found a date in Washington DC, which was only four hours away, so I bought a ticket for the concert and the adventure began! It was hard to believe that I was going to get to see the band that has inspired me since I was living in Colombia. It was my first time in Washington DC and I was alone, so I was both scared and excited. On the day of the concert, I arrived at the terminal in DC early, and went to the cafeteria to grab some food. As I was eating, I began to hear some reggae music. I followed the beat of the music and I found the source, which was the Jamaican festival! The crew was beautiful. There were tons of colors, lots of food, and drums everywhere. After three hours of fun at the festival, I finally left to go to the concert. I was ecstatic. I sang so much that I lost my voice. At the end of the concert, the lights went off and from the top of the ceiling fell tons of multi-colored, glowing butterflies. I colle...

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... me, and taught me how to grow up. I lived there for 4 years. It was one of the best time periods of my life so far. Eventually, I had to move back to Tampa to enroll in school, but now, every time I have the opportunity to look at my photo album, I do, and every single picture is like a time machine that brings me back to those amazing moments in my life, and I'm happy again. Even though I don't live in New Jersey anymore, the photos keep my memories alive.

So far one of the most important things I've learned about life is that happiness isn't about the more expensive or luxurious things you have, it's about the things that have significance to you. No matter if the objects are big, or small, objects don't make or break you. Objects hold the key to the happy times in your life. They help you remember the moments and people who have made your life worth living.

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