I must have taken it off for our afternoon run, because that was usually the only time I would take it off. My friends and I were going to go out to the U Village for dinner and for some reason I decided to leave my ring behind. I was in Seattle at our usual Travelodge hotel with my track team from Western Oregon for a meet at the University of Washington.
I had never seen anything like it and received compliments everywhere I went. It’s almost as if it had always been those colors.Īround the pearl shaped stone was this woven design that held it up, along with four little pegs and a silver band. Mine had this beautiful hue of green, blue, pink and yellow. They never really changed moods, since they had been locked in a jewelry box for so many years. Of course, as fate was to have it, they fit perfectly. I ran to the room with my sister and we each picked ours out. I asked my mom if I could have it and of course she said yes. I didn’t have anything from my grandpa, except the ring. We were at the house later that day and the rings came to mind. I forgot about the rings as I got older, until the day my grandpa passed away, in November of 2010. Our parents wouldn’t let us have them because we were so small and it wouldn’t fit our fingers, they also didn’t want us to lose them. I remember thinking that it must have been the most valuable piece of jewelry. I remember staring at them in awe in my mom’s jewelry box waiting for the day I could wear it. He picked them up for us while driving across the country in his truck. We were told that they were from my grandpa and we weren’t allowed to touch them. It was a mood ring that was shaped like a pearl, on the most beautiful band. When I was really little there was this ring. I knew instantly what I wanted to write about.Ī story that I just love and I hope you will too. I was so excited about today’s writing prompt. What is your most treasured possession and why?