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Some call them junk because of dust and rust. Strangers disdain their honored positions on shelves and secure places. Owners refer to tricycles with tattered ribbons hanging from tarnished handles as memories, Worn out Flexible Flyers with rusty runners as conveyors of bundled joy on snowy days, Unpolished roller skates hanging next to freezers as vehicles of independence, Wooden handled golf clubs resting in corners as symbols of health, Dog bowls resting on top of old wardrobes as memorials to best friends. I call them treasure.