Gemotions

"Whoa!" Ben whispered, his eyes wide. He scrambled through the cramped space, nearly tripping over a forgotten rocking horse. The sun streamed in, illuminating forgotten relics of a life once lived.

He could barely contain himself. It was a treasure trove! He’d been expecting cobwebs and dust, but this was something else. He was grinning from ear to ear.

He picked up an old baseball glove, worn and softened with age. He could almost smell the leather, the grass, the thrill of the game. It was a perfect find!