A picture of my keys. My sister gave me the Brighton keychain as a gift. The bit of red is a whistle I received from UCF at a Victim Services training. I used to have a metal 'A' keychain, but it recently fell off, unbeknownst to me at the time. There was a time when I could say that my keychains said a lot about me. Back in high school, I loaded my keys with all kinds of silly things, like a pooping pig and a New York keychain with the tragedy masks. Now, my keys aren't as much of a representation of "me." Instead, I keep it simple- no need for them to take up half my purse, as big as my purses may be.
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