When I was young, one thing about adults that always impressed me was the number of keys they had. Keys for front and back doors, sheds, cars, garages, lockers at sports clubs, and any number of mysterious ones that never seem to be used but are important enough to be always to hand. It seemed like a terribly grown up thing. A symbol of importance and responsibility. People are relying on you to protect and allow access to certain areas.
Right now, I have three keys on my key ring.
I think the younger me would be somewhat disappointed.
Of course he’d be amazed at my tiny telephone, mp3 player, computer and Nintendo DS but, that aside, he’d be unimpressed by my lack of keys.