ABSTRACT
Second, one afternoon when I was in third or fourth grade, I came home to find a box in my room. About 15 11 X 15 11 X 20 11 , it was quite heavy for its size, and was addressed to my father. I didn't say anything; I just began using it as a seat when I was reading or watching my fish tanks. It was just the right height. (Why didn't I ask questions? I don't know. It just wasn't something I felt comfortable asking about. If Dad wanted me to know, he'd tell me.) After a few years ofbeing sat upon and kicked around the room, one of the top seams finally split open, and one day I noticed a piece of paper inside. I fished it out, and as I did so, I felt a roll of coins. The paper was an invoice: this box that I'd been kicking around (the contents of which my father had never even bothered to check!) contained about 20 pounds in gold and silver. Let's just say, in rounded off figures, $50,000. I have no idea if he intended them for me or not; I never asked. No, I didn't take any.
