Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?
An old friend
An old dream
My dream guitar. I remember when I first had it, it was all I ever wanted then. I would practice every day and somehow gotten better at playing the guitar than most of my peers. But as I grew older, my dreams change. I am now pursuing law, but I would always look back at my old teenage self, the one so rebellious but hopeful and brave. I want to play the guitar again soon, and pursue a career both in the arts and law as soon as I graduate. But for now, the guitar stays quiet and dusty on one side of my room. What was once held everyday making notes and shredding octaves, now lays silent, hoping that one day, its old owner will pick it up again.
Ocean of Thoughts 
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