"X" marks the spot. As a little girl, I loved to play buried treasure. I'm sure that somewhere in the backyard my sister's favorite ring remains buried as a result of these games. As I move on through life, my attention is focused on the future. But I also find myself leaving parts of me behind, like a breadcrumb trail back to childhood. It's a path I can't retravel as the years pass by. In spite of this, part of me will always be that little girl hiding her treasures under the big maple tree.