As I searched through the attic, I discovered many ancient objects. Grandpa said I could take anything I wanted. ”It was junk.” But I disagreed. There were lost books buried in dust, and an old oak rocking horse. I even found an old viola, with a few broken strings, but it could still be put to good use. I’ve always wanted to play an instrument. Then, I spotted it. Glimmering in the small spot of sunlight, was something shiny. I was mesmerized. I sauntered over to it, excitement bubbling inside me. I reached out to touch it. It was gold.
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