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The keys to growing up


As a child, I always wondered why there were so many keys on the same keychain. I just needed one key — the one to get into the house! But I could never find it because there were always six to seven other keys attached to the keychain loop. I never understood why there were so many keys. 

Approaching the end of high school, I got my license and started driving. I then had two keys — one to get into my house and one for my car. But I still didn’t understand why my parents’ keychains had a bunch of keys on them. What else did they need access to? I didn’t care too much about it, so I never really asked. 

When I got to college, I started with two keys: one for my dorm room and one for my bike lock. It didn’t seem any different because it was the same amount of keys I had as a high schooler. One week into school, I got a P.O. box and another key. With each key came an additional sense of responsibility. Now, I had a key for a P.O. box, which I also had to manage and monitor. A P.O. box, a bike and a dorm room — three keys, three responsibilities.

The summer after my freshman year of college, I worked in a research lab at Stanford. To get access to the lab space at any time, I got a key for the lab. A P.O. box, a bike, a dorm room and a lab key — four keys, four responsibilities. By this point, my keychain was starting to look more like my parents’ keychains.

Although I am still short of having my parents’ keychains by a few keys, I have many more keys than I thought I would ever need when I was a child. I currently have four keys on my keychain, and with each key, I gain a responsibility.

My keychain, a Star Wars lanyard laced with images of porgs, reminds me that I am growing up. I have a circular gold key for my P.O. box, a thick gold key for my lab space, a ridged gold key for my dorm room and a black key for my bike U-lock. Each key represents an additional space or property that I must regularly manage and take care of.

My keys unlock the doors to my adulthood and greater responsibility. They bridge the gap between my formative and current selves.

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