I had lost it. The key to my everything, the world itself. The key meant everything to me and I had lost it. Why? Because I was being idiotic. I walked through the meadow trying to find the golden, magical key that had lead me through my hard, drastic life. I had tried for my whole life to saviour this key: I could only use it once. The day he had gave it to me had been the most exciting day of my life, but it could only happen once. The pressure-giving effort of my life had gone to waste.