When I was a little girl, I'd loved to look for sparkly things. I think part of me wanted to find buried treasure.

I'd search for bright colors glinting up at me from the sidewalk or garden. Bits of glass, a stray bead or two, grains of shiny sand. Anything I could find. If I was really lucky, I would find a shell.

Now, almost 25, I still seek out treasures. Not ones that I would necessarily take one, but ones that still catch the light and give me a glimmer.