When I was a little boy I was fascinated by pockets and not the kind you eat, mind you, but the ones found on pants, shirts, jackets, and even backpacks.
It all began when I received my very first jacket with pockets. My eyes widened with wonder as I discovered the little secret compartments that could hold all sorts of treasures. From shiny rocks to colorful marbles, from toy cars to action figures, I found endless possibilities in those pockets.
But soon, I realized that there were never enough pockets to hold everything I wanted to carry. So, armed with determination and a stapler, I set out to solve this problem.
I would rummage through old clothes and scrap fabric, collecting bits and pieces of material that I could repurpose. With nimble fingers and a creative mind, I began to staple extra pockets onto all my jackets.
Soon, it seemed like every inch of my jacket was covered in pockets of all shapes and sizes.
But I wasn't done yet. Oh no, I had big plans for my pockets.
Into those pockets, I stashed my trusty squirt guns for epic battles with imaginary foes. I tucked away my binoculars for bird-watching expeditions in the backyard. And of course, there were always a couple of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches tucked away for when hunger struck during my outdoor adventures.
But pockets didn't just hold toys and snacks; they also held tools for exploration. My compass guided me through the dense woods behind the farmer's field in back of my house, while a flashlight illuminated hidden paths and mysterious caves.
With my pockets filled to the brim, I embarked on countless adventures, exploring every nook and cranny of my little corner of the world. Whether I was searching for buried treasure, tracking wild animals, or simply pretending to be a brave explorer, I was always prepared, thanks to my trusty pockets.
And as I grew older, I never lost my love for pockets. Though his jackets may have changed, my adventurous spirit remained the same. To this day, whenever I slip my hands into the pockets of my coat, I can't help but smile at the memories of my childhood adventures and the magic that those little fabric compartments held. So if you ever see me out and about, ask me what is in my pocket today…
