Imagine finding a treasure map in your attic. When I was a kid, I always assumed that this would eventually happen to me at some point. I had watched enough movies to know that most kids are eventually thrust into a scavenger hunt-type situation, you just have to be prepared for it. Sadly, that has yet to happen to me. There’s still time, though. The closest I’ve come to being on a pirate-style scavenger hunt is probably when I suddenly remember that one article of clothing I used to wear in 2015 and suddenly get the burning desire to find out where it went. 

Suddenly I’m in my camera roll looking for proof, skimming through old diaries for any sign of when a Goodwill run might have happened, and turning my closet inside out in the hopes that I will find it. But the pleasure you’d get from finding it wouldn’t quite rival a booty of gold bars. Or would it?