There is a tattered wooden hedged box.
Small hands hold it open in the sunlight.
Inside a chimed melody.
A little ballerina twirls in front of a diamond shaped mirror.
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One of my few treasured memories when I was four, living with my mother at Elmore street in La CA. I found a small old music box, and I sat out on the drive way playing it over and over again. All my troubles briefly were melted away. Funny how a child can find joy in such little things, wish I could still do that. Don't we all. Thanks for reading
Definitely i would agree most wish for those moments where everything else fades away... Harder to come by though as things change... Wonderful shared memory, - Great thoughts... Thanks for sharing.