What Is the Most Memorable Thing You Have Ever Lost or Found?

What can we learn about humans from what they have dropped on the street?

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  1. The most memorable thing I have ever found is something seemingly insignificant: a small leather key chain. I found it when I was about nine years old. I felt bad that someone had lost their key chain, and wished I could return it. I ended up taking it home, and it sat on my desk. Occasionally I would see it and feel guilty. Now, it's interesting to reflect on that experience, and I do whenever I see it.

  2. The most memorable thing that I have ever lost and then eventually found was my phone. After school, my brother and I walk home and then play basketball until we get tired or until our parents call us home. One day, my phone kept falling out of my pocket, and so I kept it on the front bumper of my mom's car. Our mom then called us home and I forgot to take my phone with me. That night, my dad called us and told us that he needed to be picked up from the local train station. My mom got into her car and drove off with my phone on the bumper. The next morning, my mom dropped my brother and me to school. When I sat down in my first period class, I remembered that I had forgotten my phone. While walking to my next class, I saw a friend and asked them if I could borrow their phone. I called my mom and found out that she went into the city and that she hadn't removed my phone from her car's front bumper. When she came to pick me up, it was surprisingly still there.

  3. Definitely the most memorable thing I've lost was my glasses. I remember I had taken them off to take a shower (as one does) and afterwards when I left the bathroom I forgot to get them. Eventually, I realized I left them and went looking but when I got to the bathroom they weren't there! Now my first thought was "Oh my mom probably just moved them for me" (key info: it was just me and my mom living there at the time) but when I asked her she said she hadn't even gone to the bathroom in a long time. Obviously, I started to get a little worried and started to literally turn my room inside out looking for them. After about 3 days of searching every nook and cranny in my house I decided to just give up. We even had to move which is when I figured I'd find them but nope! To this day I still have absolutely no clue where they are! I joke around whenever I bring it up and say a ghost stole them from me cause they needed to read something but ended up keeping them since my frantic panicking was funny to them.

  4. The most memorable thing I have lost over the years was a pearl bracelet that my grandma had given to me when I was around the age of seven. She would always give me the nicest jewelry but I was so young I did not understand how valuable the gifts were. Luckily a necklace went with the set so I still have that to wear. I was so sad and scared to tell my grandma because I did not know what she would say. Luckily, she was not mad she told me " Accidents happen, now I will look around for it through the next few days." I cannot be harsh on myself about it because of how young I was. Sara Barrett talks about finding different items that people have lost and I think that if she ever found my necklace she would love to take a picture of it because not only does it look cool but what you can tell how and where they were lost. It almost makes me wonder who does this belong to and what is their backstory with this item. For example, the mitten, were they a little girl who was with her mom but she could not keep up and lost her glove or did it just randomly fall out of the bag? It will always be a mystery to us but now I think I will always be thinking this way when I see something that someone has lost.

  5. It’s hard to remember what I have lost because it’s probably lost since I forgot about it. But I can tell you about what I’ve found. One day I was taking boxes of old stuff outside because my family was have a garage sale. As you know garage sales are boring and last hours so my I thought I would pass the time looking through boxes. As I did I found this green stuffed bunny, at first I thought nothing of it but then it was like I was in the back of the head by my old memories. I was suddenly taken to back to when I was a little girl and I was carrying around that exact bunny. I was reminded or very mundane memories which were forgotten over time. But it was crazy how one look at the stuffed bunny and I was shot back into my own past like looking through a picture book that has been put away on the shelf for many years. I not only found the bunny, but the bunny helped me find my memories as well. I guess you could say I found two things that day

  6. The most memorable thing I ever found was a small plastic kitten. I was in seventh grade when I found it outside the school along side my friend. We named the cat Beyonce Diamond and it was the subject of our laughter for months. My friend moved away but thinking about her and that cat never fail to bring a smile to my face. The dearest thing I ever lost was a necklace. It was a heart with wings and when you opened it, it had a character from one of my favorite shows in it. That show got me through some tough times full of drama and school. I felt crushed when I lost it and I felt like I was having a crisis. Finding something and returning it makes me feel good. Seeing someone light up after they think an item is gone for good automatically makes me feel good. Seeing the smiled when people return something to me doesn't make me feel happy that it was found, but rather happy that someone gets to feel as though they made my day. The picture of the crayon strongly resonated with me. With the bits and pieces shattered and scattered, I could almost visualize a small child crying about their lost and broken crayon. I could feel the loss they were experiencing. Finding what others lost is almost like a solving a mystery. Why is this item important to them? Trying to deduce all you can about them through one item and very little time is like an exhilarating adventure.

  7. When I walk around, I don’t notice too many objects in the open. When I do, it typically blends in with its surroundings. The main problem is finding the objects’ origin and it who it properly belongs too. Picking someone’s lost item, can only make it less possible to find the owner and reclaim it. Whether its a genuine attempt to find who it belongs to or subjecting yourself to the “finders keepers rule,” the item has a hard chance of being claimed again. Sara Barrett describes how quickly how items can be quickly appear and disappear. She describes how quickly items out in the open can appear and disappear quickly. She writes, “I saw a red book perfectly set against an orange traffic cone on my way to get a coffee and five minutes later I had the coffee but the book was gone. This can be potentially problematic, especially if the item is valuable. I remember when my dad dropped his car keys on one of our runs, we had to quickly backtrack to ensure that they weren’t lost for good. Thankfully, the keys were found but the car and the keys could’ve been forever lost. It’s nerve wracking feeling when you lose something, but can be even more nerve wracking when you cannot find it where you thought you had it last. My common occurrence of not spotting any random objects is most likely from people picking them up from where they were lying. Items should still remain where they are and not picked up to ensure that people can backtrack their steps and find it again.

  8. Sara Barrett isn't the only one who notices things on the ground, for many years walking hallways, sidewalks, or nature trails I constantly find myself looking at the ground. I find myself looking at the objects on the ground and who dropped them. I once found a stuffed animal on the ground, a small brown and white dog. Obviously my first assumption was be a young child dropped this stuffed animal probably behind their parents back, the parent not seeing it thus leaving it behind. I brought home the stuffed animal, named it Sammy and washed it then brought it to my room. Every time I see this stuffed animal I am reminded of my youthful innocence and try to be the best I can be. This little stuffed dog evokes the child inside me. Kids are young and have their entire lives to become who they want to be. I believe no matter your age you can still become who you want to be and make a change for the better.

  9. Maintaining all objects can be stressful at times. We always tend to sub-consouisly think that we had left them in one spot, when really they are in another. However, I have personally thought that keeping up with the smaller things is harder then keeping up with the nicer things. For example, I had bought a new pair of beautiful pearls. little did I know that, those pearls would later end up getting lost multiple times. After loosing the pearls so many times, I had decided that I was going to take a stand, and constantly keep up with the pearls. After loosing my pearls so many times, I had found, that keeping up, with the little things, like my jewelry, was harder then keeping up with nicer things like, my phone. I have always thought that nicer things always find there way back to us appose to the small things. In Sara Barretts article, " A mitten, A key, A unicorn: Did You Drop Something," she states, "Once, walking to the street from the subway, I heard shouting. “'Your wallet! Your wallet! MISS! YOUR WALLET!' The young woman attached to earbuds acknowledged the exasperated good Samaritan ". Sara had seen everything lost on the streets at this point, mittens, stuffed animals, etc. But the one nice thing she witnessed getting return. This expresses my point that, nicer things like wallets, tend to find its way back to us, appose to something like, pearls.

  10. Mainly, the only things that I ever notice being lost are my own belongings. I don't take the time to think about the memories contained in the miscellaneous items strung through my city, or if their owners may be desperately searching for them just as I would. When I was nine years old, my family and I took a trip to Walt Disney World, the happiest place on Earth. I woke up the first morning in the parks with a spring on my step. I put on my gold plated locket that my grandma had given to me at birth. I had worn it everyday since my first day of kindergarten. I spent the day happily screaming on roller coasters and hugging my favorite Disney characters. At on point in the afternoon, I went into the bathroom and noticed in the mirror that my locket was gone. A deep sense of anxiety hit me, realizing that I would never find it in such a large perimeter. Barrett helped me to gain a new perspective on lost things. Like the locket that I loved and cherished, people find comfort in things that you would never expect. If you find an object strung on the ground, turn it in to someone, because you never know what it might mean to somebody.

  11. I've always been a person that picks up things that have fallen or have been lost, & try to return them to the person who lost them. Some people like to keep things they find instead of trying to return them, but I don't. When I was in 5th grade I had this beautiful ring that was my grandmothers, it was white gold & had an emerald. Being an irresponsible 5th grade, you can guess-I lost it. I have never forgotten about it, & I wish someone would have tried to return it to me. I still now wear 6 rings all that were my grandmothers & never take them off unless I absolutely have to so I don't loose them. The rings I wear now & the one I wore in 5th grade mean a lot to me & I can only hope someone would return them if I lost them. The most memorable thing I have ever found was in my country club pool. It was an engagement ring, right away I looked around to see if I noticed anyone distressed, because they would probably have been the one looking for it. I noticed someone who looked very stressed & right away they asked me if I had seen an engagement ring in the pool, I told her I found it & returned it. Sara Barrett looks for things on the ground, & I do too. The joy of someone's reaction to returning a valuable item is the best. I will always continue to do this & hope that someone would do the same for me like Sara Barrett.

  12. I have always had an adventurous mind. When I was younger, my world revolved around the fantasies of Santa, The Tooth Fairy, and every Disney Princess. I would spend my time making a house for my Littlest Pet Shops out of one of my dad's cardboard boxes, spending hours coating it in glitter glue and every one of my pop out stickers so, finding a "letter from Santa" in one of my 2nd- grade library books was monumental for little me. That tiny, ripped message from the North Pole meant the world to me. I, of course, bragged about it to my friends and carried it in my pocket every day. I didn't let anyone touch it, fearing that the magic and me being on the nice list would poof away. It was one of the first items that I truly cherished and appreciated. I think it is really exhilarating to find something new and unique on the sidewalk, in a store or even in a library, in that case. It leads you through a mystery and can sometimes show you a different perspective. I liked how Barrett wrote, "It’s surprising how quickly things appear and disappear."I think this quote can connect to anything. When you are given an opportunity, take it, you don't know if it will ever come again. In this case, appreciate the smaller items because those will usually have the most meaning to you.

  13. The most intriguing thing I have ever found was a cellphone that I discovered while slowly walking along the side of a rural country road on a hot Summer day. After more than an hour of scanning the fields of tobacco contrasted against the cloudy and blue sky, moving my feet at a comfortably casual pace, I noticed a large black rectangle on the ground. After overturning it, I see a perfectly-intact glass screen which promptly lit up at the sense of motion. I had found a phone! Barrett is very true in saying, “[i]t’s surprising how quickly things appear”, as I had walked down the same road a day before. Looking around, I presumed that someone discarded it by tossing it out the window and that it had miraculously survived the fall. There was, after all, no stops along the road I was walking on for a long while. I was extraordinarily curious about the contents of the phone and was ready to dive into another’s personal life until I perceived something: the phone had a password lock. I never managed to unlock it. Just as Ms. Barrett was inspired by a tossed basket of fries, this phone really provoked my imagination. My first impression was that a parent threw it out the window in a fit of justifiable rage. Maybe someone lost it after succumbing to a compulsion we all know too well: “What would happen if I held my phone out the window?”. Who knows? Now, I keep that phone in a little drawer in my desk as a paper weight; it serves its purpose well.

  14. The most memorable thing that I have ever lost were a few jackets. I guess you could say, I am a “tidy person”. I rarely lose things, because I am the type of person to notice when something is off or missing. In reading the article and looking at the pictures of things other people have lost, I was shocked. I don’t understand how someone could’ve dropped those items and not noticed. For instance, the shoes. How could someone neglect the fact that their shoes are missing? Sarah Barrett might have an answer for that! In the article Sarah stated that, “A lot of life in New York takes place on the street… And that means we drop a lot of stuff”. This article put into perspective how different people’s lives are when you live in a big city. People aren’t as worried about if their gloves fell out of their pockets or if their lipstick fell out of their purse. Sarah Barrett’s photos tell a story of the many different people in New York, who are all worried about different things. Whether they are going to be able to find a cab or make it to their train, the people of New York all live different lives with different priorities.

  15. This type of photography sure is new to me. Barrett embraces an aspect of our lives that we often overlook. We pass it or even step on it, every single day, never even acknowledging it, yet Barrett manages to turn it into art. I can only imagine what people think when they see a lady bending over to snap a photo of spilled french fries, but it takes more than the common brain to find the beauty in this style of photography. Barrett calls our attention to the fact that maybe we are doing too much at once. If we aren't even able to carry everything without dropping it, we should most likely take a step back and see what we have that really matters. The most memorable thing I have ever found was a pair of flip flops. Not only did they happen to fit perfectly, but I found them floating down a river! To capture that in a picture, of sandals flowing through the Nantahala Gorge, would be a true masterpiece. Barrett's style is different, but in today's society that is often very hard to find. She finds a way to create meaning out of someone's forgotten toy or spilled meal. Her art goes to show how temporary everything is. In a world of forgotten toys and soggy french fries, her photographs stick around and show us what we're missing.

  16. I may not live in a big city like New York City, but I’ve found plenty of lost things at the beach instead. The sand is my sidewalk, the ocean my road. My family and I have found some interesting, and questionable, items scattered among the shells and in the water. Usually, it’s nothing more than a bit of wire, a piece of fishing line, broken lures, abandoned toys, cracked buckets and bubble-blowing wands. One time, we were swimming and my dad noticed something drifting by. He dove for it and emerged with a pair of strange looking sunglasses. We looked for the owner, but nobody came to claim the missing shades. They now live in my mom’s car and to this day, we still argue over whether they’re men’s sunglasses or women’s. However, this isn’t the strangest thing we’ve found in the water. That award belongs to a pair of men’s boxers we found floating in the ocean. I’ll leave it at that. Sara Barrett writes, “It’s surprising how quickly things appear and disappear.” While she was writing this based off her experience in the city, I can relate this to my life at the beach. You have to be careful of what you take in the water with you because once you lose your grip, the object will be taken away by the currents and disappear forever. I’ve lost many pairs of goggles this way. One minute they’re in your hand and the next, they’re drifting away too fast for you to catch up to. The lost items become another salty memory of your time at the beach.

  17. A glove, some spilled french fries and a smashed crayon. They all are showing a story. Not with a certain beginning or ending, just only what you can imagine. There is a point when these pictures are taken their story freezes and new ones are able to be made. I have seen many different personal items on the streets. Just as diverse as the ones photographed in this article. Hurricane Florence left my hometowns beach in turmoil, our community gathered to begin clean up. A group of my friends and I made our way down the beach, dragging large pieces of debris to the streets, through what was left of the dunes. During this process, I have lifted up a large section of shingles and roof scraps. A string of coconuts, hid underneath. As if they were just picked off the tree, untouched. It was such a sight because being in North Carolina, fresh coconuts are not normally seen in our produce section. It is so interesting how this force of nature brought these to my beach. My friends and I came to the conclusion that they most likely washed ashore from Puerto Rico or even Bermuda. Just think how much these coconuts have been through is astonishing. By far these coconuts have been my most memorable find.

  18. Taking a minute to step back and realize something. This is what Sara Barrett did when she first saw a child's mitten laying on the sidewalk of New York and she decided to capture future moments like these with a photograph. Like Barrett I feel like all of us have had a moment of taking a step back and realizing something. It could have been as simple as finding a pencil laying around school or a piece of trash on the side of the road. They question we ask ourselves is how did it get there? Some days I’ll walk around my school and see pencils, papers, trash or other random school supplies and I wonder what student lost that object? Did they notice? Did they try and find it? Barrett has some of these questions answered like did they try and find it because one day on her way to get coffee she saw a red book set against a traffic cone. Five minutes later after she had gotten her coffee and went back to take a photograph the book was gone. Objects come and they go and we never know the full story behind how these inanimate objects move, but we can capture where they end up like Barrett does.

  19. The most memorable thing I have ever lost was a red transparent stone that I always kept with me as a kid. I had originally found the stone when I was in elementary school and always kept it with me as a sign of good luck and fortune. I lost the stone as I went into the fifth grade and was distraught when I realized it was gone. I got over it after a while but never forgot how much I liked that transparent stone. In the “A Mitten, a Key, a Unicorn: Did You Drop Something?”, the writer and photographer Sara Barrett talks about how common it is to find a lost item on any street. I think it’s interesting how she can take everyday items that are in otherwise dirty and worn-down spots, and turn them into unique photos.

  20. Probably one of the most interesting things I've found, was a coupon to a Chinese take-out restaurant in Indiana; I was in Philly when I found it. I remember it vividly because I was so confused on why, of all places, I found it in Philly. It was in West Philadelphia, close to where I was born and raised; near the local playground where I spent most of my days. I was there, just chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', when I noticed a coupon on the ground. Naturally I picked it up; who doesn't love a coupon that you keep in your bag for weeks and never use? I was even more excited because it was Chinese food, clearly the highlight of my day. Later when we went home, I wanted to order from the restaurant; still excited from my wondrous find. I looked up the restaurant only to see it was located in Indiana... 673 miles away from me. In a way, this was a case of losing and finding. I found an awesome coupon, 2 for one dumpling special, and lost the joy and excitement I obtained from the find. All jokes aside it made me really start to think about how small, yet so large of a world we live in. I may have crossed paths with someone I never will see again. I began to think, how many people have I'll never see again? How many people have I seen before but never remembered, and met/seen them again? It's just crazy to me to think of the possibilities. All of this because of my Indiana dumpling coupon, which will forever have a place in my heart.

  21. We have all said the words “Have you seen my…”. I frequently lose things and then days later they magically appear on my bed, my desk, and even my laundry basket. It’s crazy how forgetful we are and the amount of things we lose on a daily basis. I have never been to New York City so I cannot relate to this guy's who is fascinated by the amount of items lying on the ground. He has even turned it into a type of art almost, taking pictures of the things left behind, and probably taken for granted. One time I lost my absolute favorite t-shirt, It fit me perfectly and it was one I had bought at a volleyball camp a couple summers ago. I was so upset when it appeared missing. I asked everyone in my family, but they all seemed as clueless as me. Days had gone by and all of a sudden I go into my closet to pick out my outfit for the day, and voila! There it is in all its glory, shoved in a corner covered with dust. Sometimes I ask myself, “If it is that special to me, how could I lose it?”. I don’t think losing things is a sign of neglect towards the object, it is just human nature. The dusty t-shirt made my day, I really should have taken a picture, it’s no spilled french fries, but the New York man still would have appreciated my lucky find.

  22. When I walk through busy areas or anywhere for that matter, and I notice a lost item, I always think about where it could have possibly come from. I wonder if there is someone desperately looking for that small item, even if it’s just a glove like Barrett mentions. Who knows how many memories it could hold for that one specific person. When I was younger, I was obsessed with stuffed animals. They were a huge part of my childhood and I still have most of them today. One day I was in the grocery store with my mom and I had with me the small silk blanket I received at birth. I carried it everywhere and I couldn’t sleep without it. We got home from the grocery store and I couldn’t find it. I immediately started freaking out because it meant so much to me. We went back to the grocery store and it was still sitting right where I left it. Barrett includes how she saw “A large stuffed unicorn, on the curb near a yogurt store on Amsterdam Avenue in the late evening had been collected by the time I returned to shoot it in the morning.” This is what I was so afraid of when I noticed the most special item to me, was missing. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was because any kid could have found themselves a new blanket, but it wouldn’t have had the same meaning that it had to me.

  23. I went to New York a lot when I was younger, that's where my family's from. New York is the capital of, "how could someone lose..." I remember walking on 5th avenue, a wealthy, fancy strip in New York, with my little brother when we came across a single shoe, still laced and 20 minuets later, finding a pair of pants, still buttoned and zipped. I vividly remember this because for the rest of the day, my brother and I were looking for a man with one shoe and no pants. Barrett talks about how much one small idem could have, how many memories it potentially has. He refereed to gloves a lot. One glove could hold a mans life story, but once its gone, its gone. When I was around 7 or 8 I used to have a matching hat and scarf. One day I was wearing the scarf talking to my friend and I put the hat down trying to adjust my hair. When I turned around, my hat wasn't there. To this day, I still have not found the hat. Things like that go missing all the time and i wonder how much other stuff I've lost and just haven't realized yet.

  24. It was on the flight back from New York. My brother and I were around 6 or 7. We had landed, retrieved are stuff, and were now enjoying the 45 minute drive from the airport to our house. At some point during our trip, my brother realized that this was boring, and as a result, casually asked my mother for "wowwie." Assuming it's not obvious, "wowwie" is the extremely attractive name my brother had dubbed his stuffed animal with. Yet of course, when informed that wowwie was inside of a suitcase, in an expression of extreme self control and unparalleled patience, he released what I can only compare to the shriek of a vulture being eaten alive. Suffice it to say, that car ride was hell with calls of animal and child abuse alike. An eventual coup was inevitable. My brother was already drafting a congressional address calling for the persecution of any and all adults. Upon arriving at our house, my parents scrambled to calm the ravaging beast that was my brother. To everyone despair, wowwie was nowhere to be found. He was lost. My parents, trying anything to avoid execution, called the airport, placed a $500 reward on wowwie, anything to get him back. I realized there was one thing I could do. I quickly ran upstairs and retrieved my own wowwie. It was of the yellow variety, but my brother didn't care. At least it shut him up. So, if ones things for certain, I think we can all agree with Barrett that things appear and disappear far too quickly.

  25. My Mom is a real estate agent, qualifications for that job include having a daughter who’ll snoop through historical houses. Don’t worry I only snoop when the houses have long been vacant and left behind. Probably the best thing I’ve ever found was in a small beach house. This house was special. It had survived hurricane after hurricane and had even survived a fire that nearly wiped out all the houses on the island. My Mom’s friends had been searching for a house on the beach. The only reason as to why I was there was because my Mom didn't have time to drop me off at home, at the time I really wanted to go home but I’m glad I didn’t. As I walked into the house I felt the history of it, of course it's no medieval building in Europe but for an American beach house it’s pretty dang old having been built in the 20’s. As I walked through the house all I could think was “ I have to snoop around.”. Mom sent me off to do my thing and I walked off towards the basement. There were boxes upon boxes of paper, posters, and documents so naturally I started shifting through. I’m realizing how nosy I am as I’m writing this but I’m also kind of proud if it lead me to finding it. As I searched through all the papers something caught my eye, it was a picture. It was an aerial shot of the house we were in, the back read 1947. I ended up giving the picture to our friends who have since bought the house but it remains to be the best thing I've ever found. It now sits framed on their mantel.

  26. I was walking down the street looking at the ground. I noticed a scarlet red crayon that had been crushed . That small object had taken me back to my childhood. I was always an artistic child so I had a passion for coloring. I had a favorite crayon, dandelion which was a light green yellow color. I adored that crayon and carried it everywhere I went. One day as my mother and I were in a rush walking in the city I dropped they crayon. Everything was in slow motion. As soon as it hit the floor it broke. Tears started to well in my eyes as it landed. I wanted to pick it up but I was dragged away by my mother. I snapped back into reality and saw a small child being pulled by his arm by his mother looking back at the stop where it had dropped. We now will share the same memory.

  27. I'm a thinker. Every time I see something, I begin to wonder about its history, who had it, where it was when it was made, what it was made for, and all of the beauty behind the simple object. A lot of things fascinate me, such as that regular school desk with a crack down the middle of the seat. How did that crack get there? Who sat there before I did and where are they now? When I walk down the streets of my neighborhood, I always find things that are simply random objects. It was not until a few years ago that I found something that meant so much to me. It was just a regular bracelet of religious symbol, but for some reason it was so important to me, and it did not even belong to me. I felt bad taking it because I did not know if the owner would return, but it was already extremely dirty, and I knew I could make the best of it if I cleaned it. I do not know who owned it, what it has been through, why they bought it or made it, but what I do know is that now that I own it, I can give it more to its history.

  28. Of all the random items that have been lost and I’ve found. There is one that has stuck with me. It was the time I found a soaking wet and muddy $2 bill. There are about 1.2 billion $2 bills in circulation right now. They are still being printed but are the least common bill and made it even more special to me. For me it meant I had really good luck. That rainy day I found that dollar bill laying in the mud outside my front door wasn't going well. Nothing seemed to go right that day, my dog had just passed away. I felt numb and decided to walk outside to find peace.There the dollar bill was. Katie was the first pet and dog I had ever owned, she meant the world to me. Finding that $2 bill was a sign I believe. It was there to show me even though I thought all my good luck had left me that day, it showed me I hadn't. The $2 bill which I still have to this day is a reminder to me no matter how much bad luck I may have the good will soon come.

  29. I think it is safe to say that when people see money on the ground, their first instinct is to keep it for themselves. Even though taking the money is wrong, society does not care and usually does not think twice about what they did. Like most of society, I believe finding money on the ground is a good thing for us and it brings us excitement. I never think of it as being bad for the people who lost it. I need to be more like the woman in the article saying, " Your wallet! Your wallet! MISS! YOUR WALLET!" This shows an act of kindness towards other people. No matter if it is money, a glove, or anything else that someone has dropped, you should always try and return it to the right person. Just think, if you dropped something on the ground, wouldn't you want it to be returned to you?

  30. @Macy Morrison I agree with the fact when people see money on the ground, their first instinct is to keep it for themselves. I even have that instinct, and I like how you are saying that we should keep the money we should use it for an act of kindness.

  31. Walking the streets of New York can be like a lost and found. There is so many things going on and busy people everywhere, it's inevitable to lose or drop something. One time, I saw a man drop 20 dollars, walking on his way to his car. I picked up the 20 dollars and chased him down to give it back to him. I would want someone to do the same for me. I do not think that this 20 dollar bill describes who this man was. However, I do agree with Barrett when she says that sometimes the item can say a lot about the person. In my case, it didn't, but I think in a place like New York it could.

  32. @Sophia Southerland I think that what a person does when they find something that someone lost can say a lot about the person! What you did said a lot about you, Sophia.

  33. In Rhode Island i never really found things on the floor besides pennies and things like that. One day on my way to school back in 7th grade i used to take a shortcut to get there faster but one day I was walking with my friend and we did not realize we accidentally took the long way to school. We just said "Whatever and kept walking". 5 minutes before reaching the school we found a 100 dollar bill on the floor. Me and my friend were really exited and happy about it. We looked around to see if anyone could have possibly dropped it but no one was around so we just took the bill. After school we just ended up splitting the money between the two of us and looking back on it that was a lot of money at least for me at that age and I definitely do not regret taking the long way that day.

  34. In 2012, My grandma had just come back from the Dominican Republic bearing gifts. She came with different cheeses, candies, and sweets but for me, she brought something special. She brought me these beautiful light blue, cube shaped earrings with a little pearl hanging at the bottom. I fell in love with them so i wore them to school to show off. Thinking i was the coolest 4th grader around, i went to all my friends showing them my new earrings. I went along with my day and during lunch i tried to show my friends the earrings but i only found a earring. I looked around where i was, i retraced my steps and i was not able to find my earrings pair. Saddened, i went home discouraged. I put the one earring in a jewelry box all on its lonesome never to find its pair again. To this day i still wonder if anyone found my precious earring.

  35. There isn't anything I've ever found that was important enough for it to have an owner or for me to even remember. However, recently I lost my olive branch ring and it's very important to me. I have no idea how I lost it I just know I had it in when I went to bed but this morning, in the shower, I looked down and my finger was naked. I don't have a personal experience with returning something lost but my brother once found a wallet that had a lot of money in it. He was only 11 or so and wanted that money to buy a Nerf Gun but he, himself, went to the police station so it could be reunited with the owner. I've never dropped something or lost something that could have been returned to me by a stranger. My favourite picture is the crayon. I like it because it's broken but it isn't useless because I could still color with the broken crayon. I think objects are important to some people and less important to others, naturally. Because of that I think when things like gloves are lost long enough to be photographed and documented can't necessarily be seen are a character trait but, the red book that probably has a bit more importance, meaning and impact on a person's life, it's just priorities.

  36. My experience with lost thinks is not extraordinary by any means. I constantly fin part and pieces of things such as a single lego, a small plastic red 'gem" with a door engraved on it and multiple small parts of jewelry. Unlike the author of the article Sara Barrette I've never had any extraordinary findings but, I have had extraordinary losses (at least in my opinion). When I was younger I owned a small stuffed dog with floppy brown ears. I cared for it dearly and called it 'Cutie Cute'. Despite my adoration for the toy I had a tendency of being forgetful so I would often lose it. I would always find it but in the end but then one day came and I could never find it. I wish to see it again someday.

  37. Like Barrett, I also see lots of things that people have dropped on the street everyday. I see stuff on sidewalks, on roads, and most of all, at school. Everyday I walk through the halls and there's books, binders, and pencils everywhere. I even saw a phone once. There's a lost and found in our school's front office, but unless it's a phone, people rarely actually bring things to the lost and found. The most memorable thing I lost as a kid, just like one of the items mentioned in the article, was a stuffed unicorn. I remember playing with it in my room one day, bringing it around the house, going to sleep, and when I woke up the next day, it was just gone. I was really sad, and when my mom couldn't find it either, I almost got depressed. It is still a total mystery to me. Like the woman who returned the wallet to the girl, I also return lots of things to people. The other day at school, a girl left her binder on her desk after leaving class, so I ran after her to give it back, and just like the girl in the article, she just looked at me, took it, and didn't say anything. If you ever see something on the ground that somebody's lost, you should either put it in a lost and found bin or try to the best of your ability to find the owner, because you never know how much something means to somebody.

  38. the most memorable thing i have lost/found is my old phone that i lost about five months ago on october 28th 2018 because i was walking with my friends trick or treating and i set it down to use the restroom and it was gone when i got back.I looked all over town and still to this day i haven't found it

  39. I had a ring from my great grandmother that I loved so much until I lost it. I had lost the ring when I was six I found it later on that year and I still to this day have that ring. It meant very much to my great grandmother because she had brought it back from Guam with her. I still treasure that ring.

  40. The most memorable thing i have ever lost is my aunt's ring she gave me from when she was a teenage it was her birthstone and we share the same birthstone.

  41. @jacy eaves I also lost some thing from my aunt. She gave me a bracelet for my birthday. She was talking about this long back story but I didn't bother to listen because I just though it was some random bracelet , however I lost it and she noticed and I realized that it wasn't a random bracelet it actually meant something to her.

  42. @jacy eaves How did you feel when you saw it was gone? Did you ever find that ring? Did you ever look for it? If so did you ask people to help find it or did you keep it to yourself?

  43. The dearest thing I have ever lost was my dad's wallet, which also happens to be the best thing I have ever found. My Opa gave to me when me and my family went to visit him like 3-4 years ago. I have always made sure that I kept it put up where nobody could mess with it or whatever but I guess that wasn't good enough. Because when I went to show my girlfriend at the time, it wasn't there. And I got really sad and started looking for it with no result. But then just recently, we moved and I was unloading all my stuff off the U-Haul and then I dropped a tub of Lego's all over the place and at first I was mad but then I realized that my dad's wallet was in there and that day of my life.

  44. When I was about 5 or 6 I had an action figure of Boba Fett. This was my favorite toy, but I lost. When I was 10 or 11, my mom found the action figure and all the memories came back. I didn't realize how much I missed it until it was gone. I also found a lego clone trooper at a friend's house which I still have to this day. My friend did not have legos so he didn't mind me having it.

  45. @Micheal Harwood I like your idea on when you were little what was the most important thing you found. If you are older now, this toy back then felt like a huge deal to find. The idea on what you found back then is also important to what you found today. Both of these things are and were important for you to find.

  46. The most memorable thing I can remember finding was a baby doll once in the forest when I was hiking. I couldn't help but wonder about the previous owner, and if they had been a child, why they dropped it. Was it out of fear? Or just carelessness? I did not touch it or take it home with me obviously, because that would just be very strange for a person to even do. The dearest thing I can ever remember losing was probably my favorite stuffed animal when I was little, a soft, gray, stuffed cat. It had been one of my first presents from when I was little. I left it in a hotel room on a vacation we went to in Washington DC. I remember being so upset over losing the toy, and my mother tried calling the hotel in search of getting it back, which came up with nothing. I have once tried to return a person's phone that dropped on the street when they were biking, and he stopped and was able to get it back. A couple times before, people have given me my phone or purse that I have left behind, and that makes me feel very forgetful, and I have to remind myself to be more careful. In the article, the most striking photograph I saw was the picture of a forgotten key and a chain. I can't help but wonder if that key was important, and if the person needed it, and didn't have it later on. By seeing what people lose, we can begin to see their flaws, and their forgetfulness. We can see what people take the time to remember, and how easily they can forget something crucial to their lives.

  47. I have never been in a situation where someone has dropped something and I realized it. If that did ever happen I would alert the person and give it to them as the man did for the woman who dropped her wallet. I haven't lost anything of mine on the street that I can remember nor have I found anything interesting on the street. I did however find something in my backyard. My father and I found a nail from when we believe our house was built. We had been digging in the yard because we had to get dirt to put somewhere else in the yard so grass would grow. We had dug pretty deep and as it could be from anytime around then or when it was built it was cool just to think we had possibly found something like that. Most people are probably thinking why is this kid getting excited over a nail. Well the house I live in now is the only house I've ever lived in. Its become a very sentimental thing in my life. Along with the nail we also have found petrified wood. Sometimes while I am doing yard work or walk over in this part of my yard I will find little toy cars from when I was a kid. I would take some of them outside and play in the sand. I've also found seashells that we had left by the side of our house from when we would go on family beach trips.

  48. I feel bad for people when they completely lose something and will never be able to retrieved it. For example the guy that was mentioned in the article. He completely lost his family’s thanksgiving meal by that one mistake he made. But some things could be retrieved, like finding someone’s car key then giving it back to them. I like the feeling of giving people back what they lost. Let’s picture this; if you lost something important and it’s been a week but there still hasn't been any news about it. You’ll probably get super anxious right? That’s how everyone feel when they lose something so giving them back the item would help a lot. I’ve previously found one thing that was very memorable. It was something that belonged to my mom. I found her glasses. My mom is farsighted, she can’t read anything specific like the words on a books if she doesn’t have her glasses. When I gave my mom something to sign from school she told me she couldn’t see anything so she wanted me to point to when she is supposed to sign. That was when I asked about her glasses and she said she lost it. So I decided to help her find it and I found it. I was glad I found it. It was helpful.

  49. As I walk along sidewalks, head down, earbuds in, every few steps I would spot a small piece of clothing or personal belonging. The same thought runs through my mind every time, “Who could this belong to?” Out of all the people who walk on this same sidewalk, who dropped this item? The most memorable item I have seen lying on the ground was a stuffed teddy bear. I was walking home from the bus after a long day of school and saw this muddy bear sitting on the curb. It was missing an ear and one of it’s button eyes had popped out. It looked scary. Then the same thought crossed my mind, “Who could this have belonged to.” Many possibilities ran through my head. Maybe a child had been playing with it and dropped it or maybe someone dropped it out of a window while their parent was driving. This bear could have been from a mile away, rain could have carried it to this location. The possibilities were infinite. This moment triggered a memory of when I lost my own blanket. I remember bringing it in the hotel and didn’t realize it was missing until I got home the next day. I searched everywhere, my bags, my room, the car. I finally came to the conclusion I had lost it. It was a depressing thought, it was my favorite blanket. I was young then and I still remember to this day the feeling of when I lost something valuable.

  50. The article states that “One hand (the other is always holding a phone) has to juggle, balance, point, clutch, smooth, zip. And that means we drop a lot of stuff,” and I have found that it is usually the phone, rather than the other thing someone is juggling, that gets dropped or lost. One day, I was walking across the street, and I saw a phone lying in the middle of the road that was completely shattered and squashed flat. I assumed the owner of this phone had been walking across the street, and their phone fell out of their pocket without them noticing, and now they were probably looking for it. It was sad to think that they would probably look everywhere for it and never find it, and then have to pay for a whole new phone while still wondering where the old one had gone. Instances like this encourage me to look after my things more carefully, so someone else doesn’t end up finding them broken in the middle of the street. Alongside the things that people have lost in the street, there are a lot of things that people have carelessly thrown in the street, specifically, litter. Growing up in a beach town, I would often see litter on the streets and the beach, and I wanted to help get these things off the beach, so my friends and I would participate in beach cleanups. While it may be interesting to see things that people have lost on the street, we need to make sure that we pick up and properly dispose of anything we find on the streets that could harm the environment.

  51. The most memorable thing i ever found was a police tonfa baton. The one they used to use it straight and has a handle 1/6 of the way down.I was walking down the road picking up trash and i see at so my first instinct was to pick it up and start playing with it. So i kept it for a couple days then my dad took it to the police station and they returned it to the officer who had lost it.

  52. A few years ago my family and I visited Hawaii for spring break. The sights were breathtaking and the oceans were filled with exotic wildlife. The most important part, the hotel was amazing. One of the best trips I have ever been on. I took my phone on the trip and took a lot of photos to my show my friends. On the plain ride home, I realized I did not have it and soon discovered I had left it at the hotel. I had only had the phone for a year and the worst part was all of those memories I had enjoyed were gone. I am returning their this spring break and I plan on retaining the memories this time around. When someone loosing something valuable or memorable, its obviously a major blunder that is sometimes costly. It is good to see that people, such as the good samaritan in NYC, are out there opposed to people that would snatch the wallet without thinking. In Hawaii, I noticed the the items left behind most of which probably belonged to tourists. Some were as simple as a fake necklace, but others such as cameras are not so easily replaceable.

  53. It is immensely easy to lose everything now a days. Almost all of us have lost something important to them. It is one of the worst feelings ever, to reach down and feel your suddenly empty pocket. You can feel your heart drop into your stomach. Losing your wallet is one of the worst feelings I have ever experienced. Even though losing more expensive things is harder to do instead of little objects I did manage to lose something very important to me. I was walking one day, I was out walking around a shopping center, I had my wallet on me. I was walking around, paying no attention of what was happening. I must have accidentally dropped my wallet when I had taken my hand out of my pocket. "Once, walking to the street from the subway, I heard shouting. “Your wallet! Your wallet! MISS! YOUR WALLET!” The young woman attached to earbuds acknowledged the exasperated good Samaritan". I can relate to this incident. Losing things is one of the worst feelings ever.

  54. When I was 9 I was gifted an iPod touch for Christmas. I loved it, I would always be on it listening to music or taking pictures despite the very bad quality. I remember it vividly, it was a chrome color, and I had a green and black silicon case. I remember one day I was unable to find it, I turned my house upside-down looking for it. Eventually I gave up. Fast forward a couple years I came across it while digging through a drawer in a cabinet. I saw the case and immediately grabbed it and sat down looking through it for awhile. I plugged some headphones into it and listened to the music I had on it, while I looked through all the funny pictures I took when I was much younger. It was cool because I was able to see how much I've changed since then. This iPod has since gone missing again, but I believe it will turn up again eventually, and when I find it, it will be even better than the first time I found it.

  55. As I walk along sidewalks, head down, earbuds in, every few steps I would spot a small piece of clothing or personal belonging. The same thought runs through my mind every time, “Who could this belong to?” Out of all the people who walk on this same sidewalk, who dropped this item? The most memorable item I have seen lying on the ground was a stuffed teddy bear. I was walking home from the bus after a long day of school and saw this muddy bear sitting on the curb. It was missing an ear and one of it’s button eyes had popped out. It looked scary. Then the same thought crossed my mind, “Who could this have belonged to.” Many possibilities ran through my head. Maybe a child had been playing with it and dropped it or maybe someone dropped it out of a window while their parent was driving. This bear could have been from a mile away, rain could have carried it to this location. The possibilities were infinite. This moment triggered a memory of when I lost my own blanket. I remember bringing it in the hotel and didn’t realize it was missing until I got home the next day. I searched everywhere, my bags, my room, the car. I finally came to the conclusion I had lost it. It was a depressing thought, it was my favorite blanket. I was young then and I still remember to this day the feeling of when I lost something valuable.

  56. Every item you may find on the street, a playground, or a beach has a story, and you never know the story behind it. That's why lost things can be so interesting. In this article, one part really stood out to me, "After that, I began to notice other lost items. I liked the way the objects were framed by the crosswalk stripes, the cracked asphalt, the black dots of sidewalk gum, and I began to photograph them.” Lost items can appear both mysterious yet beautiful. I remember when I found a lost item that I was attracted to. I was at the beach at age ten and was sitting in the waves, watching the tide as something caught my eye, a seashell. I grabbed it at once and as I looked closer, I noticed the shell was naturally rainbow colored. I fell in love with the lost shell at that moment and put it on my boat’s seat to keep it safe. “It’s surprising how quickly things appear and disappear. A large stuffed unicorn...been collected by the time I returned to shoot it in the morning.” This quote in this article reflects what later happened to my shell. That same day when I was getting ready to leave I forgot that my shell was upon my boat's seat and accidentally knocked it over, back into the rolling waves. Items really do appear and disappear in seconds. I found and lost my favorite shell on the same day, maybe this happens to teach us to not hold onto things forever, who knows? All I know is that my rainbow shell is out there, most likely still drifting in the sea.

  57. The weirdest thing that I have found were a set of car keys in a grocery store. They were just sitting there in the cereal isle on a random shelf. The weirdest part about them is they were filled with keys for about 8 different cars. Most key chains normally have one car key maybe 2 but I have never seen that before. I quickly took the keys up to front desk to see if someone knew who the keys belonged to. The people at the front desk were just as shocked as I was. They called out on the large speaker and the owner came in a few minutes later. Turns out he was an auto mechanic, but it was still one of the weirdest set of keys I have ever seen

  58. As a child I always had sentiment towards many inanimate objects such as a my favorite socks or a little swat man which is pretty normal for a child. I look fondly back at a small teddy bear that was the size of my palm when I was smaller and I cared for it more than my prized socks that were striped blue, my favorite color. I was always a caring person, or I hope I was and still am, so when I lost it i became very devastated as it was something that I loved and would protect kinda like a child which is ironic because I was still a child. This was during a time in which my father wanted me to act differently to act more mature and like a man but having this stuffed obviously would conflict with my father's ideal son in his mind. I was determine to hide the bear and keep it disregarding my father's words but it was at that time where I lost the bear. It gave me a taste of despair i hadn't felt before and I would've gave away all my possessions to have that bear in my hands to feel happy again. I never found that bear but the memory comes back to me from time to time.

  59. I think the most rememberable thing I ever found was a dog. I had just gotten home from school to find my dog sitting on the back porch as usual. Except, it wasn’t my dog, same breed but not my dog. Of course we returned it to its rightful owner, I could only remember the times when my dog ran away, knowing their owner must be worried. As I said, one of the dearest things I ever lost was my own dog. Being a purebred Labrador Retriever, he is prone to following scents and wandering. I had gotten in my moms car after school, only to be told buck had ran away… again. He had ran away in the past, but was never gone for multiples days, almost a week. I had an unending sense of dread for those days, fearing the worst, but thankfully he was soon found and everything resumed as normal. The picture in the middle seems the most intriguing. A lost glove , yet still neatly folded seems to be a strange combination. It’s also the cleanest looking of the 9 pictures, looking like it was just lost. I’d say they were probably just dropped out of a truck. In the end, let it be a remembrance to make sure we keep what we hold dear safe, or we may lose it.

  60. I love this article. I can relate to it because I also often find myself eyeing the ground when I walk around town, trying to notice things. My favourite photo from the article would be the ice cream truck, or the broken crayon. I love the contrast of the bright colors on the asphalt. While I don't think I've ever helped someone locate their lost treasure, I do recall the most memorable thing my family has lost. It was on a plane transfer on the journey home from my grandparents, several years ago. Portable movie players were still a thing, and we brought one along for the plane. The movie player made it home safe, but our whole dvd collection was abandoned on the plane. We still have family debates over who's fault it was to this day.

  61. “Kylie” I yelled. I needed to borrow her pink shirt because we were warming up with them for our soccer game. She allowed me to borrow it; however, she said don't lose it because I need it tomorrow. Since it was my sisters, I wanted to keep the pink shirt as pink as possible. Warming up sweat started to dampen my shirt. I took the pink cancer awareness shirt off, and I then threw the shirt to my bench. This was my key mistake, because there were also 20 other players with the exact same shirt. In the scramble of starting the game my coach yell clean up the bench. I then noticed that the shirt was gone. The one thing I had told myself repeatedly to do was to not lose the shirt. I asked the team if anyone picked up two but there was no response. Left again looking for my shirt we had 2 minutes till the game started, and my coach was wondering why I wasn't on the field in the huddle with my teammates. I just couldn't disappoint my sister. I played I didn't play good at all I couldn't get my sisters shirt out of my head. I came home that night and I had to break the news to my sister. I lost it I said. Expecting her to respond with screams and shouts; however, she was calm and collected, and wasn't bothered by me not coming back with the shirt. Shocked, I had nothing to say.

  62. The most memorable thing I can remember finding was a Ulysses S. Grant on the pavement. I was walking my dog on this beautiful day, and I noticed from afar this green piece of paper. As I got closer to this piece of paper; I noticed that it wasn’t any piece of paper. It was a bright green 50 dollar bill. Anyone could have run into this 50 dollar bill, but no it was my lucky day. Even though I really wanted this 50 dollar bill, the money wasn’t mine. I felt reluctant to take it because someone else worked hard, and earned that 50 dollar bill. But that 50 dollar bill was lying on the floor waiting for someone to take it. Before I bent over to pick up the money, I thought about how this bill wasn’t mine, and if I will take it I should and least split it with the people in need. So instead of keeping the Ulysses S. Grant, I donated it to charity for people who needed it more.

  63. I remember one time when I was around 5 or 6 years old, it was Christmas Eve and my family had just left Christmas Eve mass and were at a restaurant getting dinner. It was one of those Japanese restaurants where they cook in front of you. My whole family was in the lobby waiting to get seated since it was super busy. In the lobby there was this huge fish tank that was surrounded by plants, and also a ledge where you could sit. I had this green race car that I took everywhere with me. It was my favorite toy. I was sitting on the ledge in front of the plants playing with my race car and decided to turn around to look at the fish in the tank. When I turned around the green car slipped out of my hand and into the plants. All of the plants were green and there were a ton of them. I remember been so upset and looking everywhere in those plants for that car. But it was like it fell into a black hole, there was no hope in finding it. To this day I vividly remember losing that green race car and how something so little can have such a big impact on you.

  64. So far in my life, I have lost a fair share of items. From a watch to almost a book, there are some things I would have liked to keep. The watch is one of the times I could have been smarter about what I was doing and avoided the mishap. This digital watch was always around mainly because of Scouts and knowing the time was of importance but outside of Scouts, it was nice to have. The day came when I went with my family to a white water course that was manmade to practice for the Olympics and I was upon a bridge looking over the course and little did I realize I was messing with my watch to only look down and drop it into the abyss. This was a dark day. This was about 4 years ago and I remember it pretty well to this day for some reason. I don't find many lost items though. The article talks a lot about finding things but it is based in New York. My average day in Wilmington doesn’t consist of mush strolling in populated areas other than school. I’ve heard stories of losing items that have been found though. One that comes to mind was a couple of years ago we used to have a Jeep and my dad was just at the last turn before my house and apparently, his wallet flew out. None of us knew where it ended up when he got home but as it turned up, someone my mom works out with in the morning found it and was able to return it.

  65. The most important thing I ever lost was a cast iron cross. I would latter on find it hidden between the pillows in my families couch, but it was by far one of the most stressful moments of my life. The cross was connected to a iron chain, which formed a necklace. The necklace was a prized possession of my grandfather and on his deathbed he gave it to me. When I realized I had lost the necklace a lot of feelings were running through my head, like stress, and angry, however I was most scared of feeling like I had lost him again. The realization of the possibly that I had lost my grandfather again was tough to deal with, but what I quickly came to realize was that these weren’t only my feelings. My mom, who was my grandfather daughter, and my Dad were searching around frantically for the metal necklaces. I think that this is the case for a lot of situations when it comes to lost stuff. The NYT's article, A Mitten, a Key, a Unicorn: Did You Drop Something?, told a story that also affected others lives. The author wrote,” Once, walking to the street from the subway, I heard shouting. “Your wallet! Your wallet! MISS! YOUR WALLET!,” which shows how someone felt a responsibility to help another person because they found something they had lost. The biggest thing that I learned from me losing my prized necklaces showed me how I was entrusted with the responsibility of looking after the item and even though my parents didn’t wear it they cared about it just as much as I did.

  66. Throughout my messy life, I have lost many things. I mourned for my lost items and sweared to become organized to avoid any more loss. I go through this only to find my items a month later. Finding these items again always brings a sense of joy that can only be found through finding what was once lost. My best moment of rediscovery occurred with a ring that my sister had given to me. She handed me a small box, upon seeing the contents of that box, I fell in love. I have always loved rings, but this one was special. It was simple yet filled with so much love. The ring is a thin silver wire like band with a heart shaped knot in the middle. I vowed that I would never take it off but I soon broke that promise. I constantly took it on and off. One night, I put my ring into my bag and later, when I went back to look for it, the ring wasn’t there. I was terrified, I lost my favorite ring and my sister was going to be so mad at me. I searched for my ring but came up empty handed, in the end I left and accepted that the ring was gone. I was thinking of ways I could replace the ring when I found it sitting exactly where I had put it in my bag that night. In the end, I found my ring and I still wear it today. It's on my thumb and never take it off, for real. I was so sad when I thought I lost it. The ring meant so much to me, it was like a connection to my sister while she’s so far away. The sheer joy from my found ring is unlike any other rediscovery I have made.

  67. I once found a piece of obsidian at a school garden. I can’t really remember what I was doing, but I think I was digging the garden to plant some saplings. But while I was digging, I found a rock with a sharp edge. I was curious about it so I held on to it and after class, I went to the bathroom and washed away the dirt on it. There, I noticed that it was black and shiny. At first I didn’t know what it was, but I thought it was obsidian. I wasn’t sure, so I took it to my science teacher and asked what it was. And I was right! It was obsidian. It was shiny, and had very cool sharp edges. I was fascinated! I was at the age where everything was cool to me. So I decided to take it home and put it on my table. I put it in my bag and I was going to take it home. But I never took it out of my bag. That was the last time I ever saw that obsidian. I have no idea where I lost it, whether someone took it, or I just dropped it, it wasn’t there when I looked inside my bag. Thankfully, I was at the age where I forget about things easily, so it didn’t do much damage to me, but if that happened to me now, I’d be sad and thinking about it for at least a week. I still sometimes think about what I lost, but I have learned to forget about the past and move on. So I don’t really think about what I lose anymore, and just be thankful for what I still have.

  68. When I was six or so, my mother sent me to art school during the weekends. I would nervously enter the classroom every Sunday with my immense rack of a hundred or so markers. Pressured to draw comparably to the other kids, I strained to follow the teacher’s step-by-step instructions and chose precisely from my wide variety of hues. By the end of one week, I had drawn what I must say was a very elegant dolphin, with bold black outlines and a deep aqua shade. I remember the ride home vividly. Carefully admiring my work, I noticed that the paper was still sodden with my aggressively-applied ink. That couldn’t do. I prudently rolled down my window and stuck my portrait out into the wind. For a while the dolphin flapped nobly, sending ticklish vibrations up my arm. I laughed at the amusement. We rushed over a small bridge. The dolphin flailed wildly, sharply whipped back and forth, back and forth, audibly crackling in the wind. And then she was free. I did not even see it land. Despite my pleas, Mother would not pull over. I’ve always assumed since then that my dolphin drifted down slowly, gently, over the rails of the bridge, into that gurgling brook. I frequently think about where it could be now. There’s part of me that believes it’s still there, patiently tucked under some stone, waiting for me.

  69. "Tinkle", "Tinkle". I still remember the tingling sounds the small bell made of my cute little companion. “Tingling”, I can still remember me and my little partner having fun at the age of seven. I remember one time of having no friends when I was in kindergarten. I felt lonely, depressed and frustrated because of myself not being able to communicate well with other people. My mom noticed me struggling so she decided to give me a little surprise. She gave me a small black cat doll with a teeny cute bell that made the sound "tinkle" as it moved. I wasn’t able to take my eyes off of it. I never felt lonely and I managed to not hate myself since I found my only little friend. I used to name the doll Lucky since it gave me happiness. I used to carry it around everywhere. I remember having sweet memories with Lucky such as building blocks and putting Lucky on top at recess time. Since I was a kid, I also used to talk to it when I had worries and when I was scared of something. All of this happiness ended when one day, I opened my backpack after class, I noticed that it was gone. I wasn’t able to see Lucky. I tried asking different kids but they said the same answers and I figured out that someone actually took it because I clearly remembered putting it IN my backpack. From that day on, I wasn’t able to hear the sweet "tinkle" it made ever again. My age is now over 13 but I can still remember losing Lucky and I learned how something that I lost can have a huge impact on me.

  70. About 2 years ago, my family went on a trip to the keys for spring break. We were there with some friends as well. One day we were standing on the dock, and one of my friends took my phone from me while standing on the paddle board. I got so scared she was going to drop it, so I offered her anything just to give it back to me, and she took the deal. Later that day, we were heading back from a long day on the boat, and we were getting pretty close to the house. I was laying down in the front of the boat, with my hand over the edge holding my phone. To this day I don't know why I thought that was a smart idea. Next thing I know, my phone slips out of my hand and I watch it drop into the water. We turned the boat around to go look for it, but it was never found. Since it was close to my house, the next couple of days I would paddle board out there and look for it, because it was pretty shallow. But I never found it. I remember feeling the guilt for dropping it after my dad had told me to be careful. There was also a twenty dollar bill in the back of my phone case that I wanted back, but I never found it.

  71. The most memorable thing I ever lost was a ring my mother bought for me. I remember the day she got it, it was cheap and placed in a box right beside the cash register in a vintage clothing shop up in the mountains. She suggested we get matching rings and I happily agreed. I love my mother, and throughout the years we’ve always tried to own matching necklaces, bracelets, and more. But they always ended up falling through. Me, always forgetting to put said item on continuously until one day I just forgot I owned it. These rings were different though. I actually kept track of it. I actually wore it all the time, because I loved it. Im not sure why it stood out from the rest of the failed matching objects my mother and I had tried. It just did. It was gold with small moon at the end, and a stone right beside it. Im not sure when I lost it. But I do know a time frame. It was after Hurricane Florence, and our house had been destroyed. Water flooding it, the roof peeling and falling off. The house reeked of sour water and debris. I must’ve been helping clean up, or packing my stuff up so we could temporarily stay with my grandmother, and I put it down somewhere. Or maybe it slipped off. But its gone. Sometimes I expect it to just pop up again, showing up in the bottom of a purse or suitcase.

  72. I think most people have a desire to relive their past memories and experience some sort of nostalgia. I myself seem to have a greater yearning for things I owned in the past and ended up losing. So the work that Sara Barrett is doing with the photographing of things people left behind resonated with me to a degree because it makes me think of what I took for granted or didn’t cherish enough. When I was around six or seven I was playing in the street outside (good idea right?) when I saw some big shiny piece of metal glimmering in the sun. Upon inspection, I found out that it was some sort of square piece with strange symbols on it. I instantly thought I had encountered some sort of treasure and showed it to my father who said that he had no idea what it was, but maybe you could show it to some museum curator. For whatever reason I never showed an expert, however, my said it was an ancient silver coin from France or Spain that could be worth something from 2,000 to 5,000 dollars USD, but it was most likely fake. I never got to check if it was authentic or not because I lost it in the woods, but it has been on my mind ever since. It was not really the potential worth of the coin that made me miss it, but rather that it was something that stimulated my imagination as a child and I grew attached to it. I recall creating stories about how the coin was magic or something, but it was a point of growth when I lost it because it taught me worth and responsibility.

  73. A few months back I was going through my bathroom vanity, and I found something very special. It was a bottle of pons face lotion. I know that sounds stupid, but it wasn’t. My grandmother passed away in a horrific car accident when I was eight years old. She was at my house a couple of days before. The night before she left to return home, we had a moment together in my bedroom that’ll never forget. She was putting pons lotion on her face and she put some on mine. She said, “It makes your skin so soft; I love it.” I did not think of it much at the time, but after she gave it to me, hoping I would like it as she did. Seeing and smelling that same lotion again almost nine years later brought back that memory of the last moment I shared with my grandma. It brought back some tears not gonna lie because it’s crazy I still have that lotion, and it’s still half full. It also reminded me to cherish the time you have with your family because you’ll never know when it’s the last time you’ll see them.