That key brings up a sore spot with me.
I live in a 120+ year old house and, at one point, had an entire ring of skeleton keys to every door in the house. I believe they mysteriously disappeared at the hands of my youngest son and his friends around the age of 6 (18 years ago
), when everything was buried in the backyard as 'treasure'. Over the years, I have found various spoons, butter knives, metal buttons, etc., that were used in these wonderful adventures. I keep hoping that one of these days, that ring of keys will reappear! I have no
expectation of the infamous *I don't know* person to come forward - you know, the one who is always
responsible when kids aren't!