As we grow we will find objects that become part of our lives, some simply because they appreciate the gift of a loved one, others because we love and feel good, most appreciate these items both have no real value, rather its value goes beyond the monetary, value is marked by memories come to mind us, as the place to transport us and the people who make us remember, these things are a true value, a value that can not be measured and therefore can not be bought, much less sell. Personally there are several objects that have marked me for life, not many but each has something special, something that makes my mind travel in a bubble of time and I moved to a specific time, at a time of my life where the past is like a wave turns on the present, where I can still see people who are not in my "now", which recognize odors and sensations, where I was and what made me realize that through all this is what I am, these things are simple objects like a dollar bill folded still retains exactly how my father gave me and reminds me the exact time it took out of his wallet, a book that moved me a bad time and that his writings helped me to overcome, a notebook that special someone wrote a note, a sweatshirt with magical powers who managed to shake up my life, a couple of cigars with designs on the sides that remind me of a couple of good friends, a small soccer ball that became my "Wilson" personal for a while, half a 20 bill that moves me to a where I belong, a cup of coffee that reminds me how difficult it was the beginning, a keychain with a family photo that has become part of me, a set of coins that have helped me see that anything is possible, a balloon Deflation leads me to an airport with the heart and nerves revolutionized butt, all these things are part of my small chest of memories and open it and get carried away by memories is when I give the true value of those little things. ..
"The value of things depends not only on its objective properties but also of the opinion one has about them," Emile Durkheim
