S: My Treasure
FC: MY TREASURE By: Collin Allen
1: My Treasure By Collin Allen
3: While sifting through the basement of my aunt's old house I found something unexpected. Hidden behind a stack of wooden crates was a dilapidated old rusty trunk. It was covered in about two inches of dust, and cobwebs were all around it. It was one of those everyday trunks like people used to carry their belongings in over a hundred years ago. It could have even belonged to a pirate and once been filled with gold and jewels. It was about two feet tall and three feet long. It looked like trash to everyone in my family but me. My grandmother even told me it was a piece of junk, but I knew that I had found a treasure.
4: Immediately I asked my aunt if I could have it. She responded with, "I can't believe you actually want that piece of scrap metal. Go ahead and take it. I was going to throw it out anyway." Now that the trunk was mine I had to figure out how to move it and what exactly I was going to do with it. I knew my Mom would not let me bring it into the house looking like that. She tells me all the time that I have too much junk in my room anyway, so I had to come up with a new plan for my trunk. Then it hit me like a freight train. I knew someone who was great at fixing up things. That person was my PaPa. He has been fixing up old cars all his life, so I figured a trunk would be no problem for him; especially with my help.
6: After a great deal of begging, I finally convinced my mom to take the trunk to PaPa's house for me. When we got to his house I pleaded with him to help me fix up the trunk. He said, "I am not going to do all the work myself, but if you'll help me we can fix it up." I replied, "It's a deal!" We immediately started making plans on how to restore it. It wasn't going to be an easy job, but I was willing to take the time to do it. I really wanted this chest because I collect old things from the past like old coins, books, and replicas of important things in history. This trunk would be the perfect place to keep my collections in. I could hardly wait to get started.
7: The next day I met my PaPa bright and early in his garage, which was now where my trunk was being kept while we fixed it up. PaPa knew someone who fixed up trunks for a living. We decided to take my trunk to him and ask for his opinion on how to start fixing it up. We loaded the trunk up in the bed of his old Ford. We had to be extremely careful because the bottom was about ready to fall out. Then we were on our way. It seemed like it took forever to get to the old man's house. When we got there we showed him what we had. He told us it was a nice trunk and was worth fixing up. Then he told us what we were gonna need to fix it up with. We needed some leather for the handles, paint, and wood to make a new bottom. We were able to get the leather from him, but the rest we had to find elsewhere.
8: We had done as much as we could for the day. I would have to put my project on hold until the weekend. That would be the next opportunity I would have to do any more work on the trunk. I would be busy at school this week and wouldn't have time to work with PaPa. The week drug by, but finally Friday arrived. I was going to spend the whole weekend with my PaPa working on the trunk. The wait was finally over. Early the next morning we went to town to get the rest of the supplies we needed. First we bought some black and gold paint from Wal-mart. Then we went to Lebanon Lumber to get the wood. We were now set to begin work.
9: Once we got back to PaPa's garage he made me change into some old clothes. "You're gonna get dirty fixing up this trunk," he said. First we knocked the bottom out with a hammer. Then we nailed the new wooden bottom in. It was then time to sand off the rust from the metal parts of the trunk. This was hard work. My arms felt like rubber.
10: Until now the lid had been rusted shut,so I hadn't been able to open it. I lifted the lid and found a small oil painting of a barn. I could tell it was old just by looking at it. There was also a little round hole in the side of the trunk. You couldn't tell much about it on the outside where all the rust had been, but when we looked at it now we could see that it was a bullet hole. I could only imagine the adventures this trunk had been on. It could have survived a Civil War battle.
13: After we took a break and had some lunch it was time to prime the trunk for painting. I was able to help with this. When the primer was on we had to quit for the day to let it dry. I was exhausted. I never dreamed it would take this much work and time to fix up the trunk. Sunday morning the black paint was ready to go on. It took several coats of paint, but by the time we were finished my trunk was looking awesome. The only thing left to do now was the detailing in gold. The next day I would be at school so I had to get ready to go home. I really hated to leave my trunk unfinished, but we had run out of time. PaPa promised to finish up the work on the trunk himself and bring it to me later.
15: Thanks, PaPa the trunk looks great," I said as I reluctantly got ready to go home with my Mom.. Later that week there was a knock on my door. I ran to see who it was. PaPa was standing at the door holding my trunk. I quickly swung open the door. I couldn't wait to get my trunk in my room. When I saw it I couldn't believe how magnificent it looked. PaPa had trimmed the trunk out in gold. Then he had put a small gold plaque on the lid with my name on it. This was a total surprise to me. I knew this had to have taken him a lot of time to do. I really appreciated everything he had done for me.
16: The trunk turned out better than I ever could have expected. It looked great in my room. This trunk is very special to me. It's something that reminds me of my PaPa and the time we spent together making it like new again. The trunk is nice but the time I spent with my PaPa fixing it up was even better. It is something I will treasure for the rest of my life. ~ The End ~
19: Acknowledgments Pictures taken by my mom Clip Art by Microsoft Office Book Made With www.mixbook.com