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Skeleton Key
When I was a kid, I had quite an active imagination. I always had big dreams and fantasies that I was thinking about. There were always special powers I wanted or neat toys that I wished I could have. Some of them were quite fantastic, but quite a few of them were more down to earth. One of my favorite fantasies, for example, was to have a skeleton key that would unlock every door.
I did not imagine having skeleton keys because of any nefarious intentions. I think I actually got the idea from some old western movie or pirate flick I was watching. I don't remember much of the movie now, but I remember the big cast iron lock on the prison cell. The prisoner was the hero of course, and he was trying to escape from a fate worse than death, or maybe equal to death, I don't remember. Anyway, I remember that his survival depended on him being able to wrestle the skeleton key out of the guards hand, something he did with bluster and ingenuity long since forgotten. Back then, the prison used skeleton locks. As a result, he was able to use that one key to let out every single prisoner.
When I thought about skeleton keys, I used to imagine having to make daring escapes from dark dungeons in impenetrable fortresses. The skeleton key would be the only way that I could possibly escape. Sometimes I would have to rescue other people, but other times I would just imagine being alone, facing against impossible odds. It was really quite thrilling.
You can imagine how disappointed I was when, at the age of 10, my father told me that there was no such thing as a true skeleton key. One of his best friends was a locksmith, and that man explained to me that there was just too much difference between different types locks to make one key that could work for everything. For a while, I dreamed of learning lock picking, but eventually I got over my fantasy and started thinking of other things.
Then one day just a couple of years ago, my father made a surprise visit at my house. He brought a heavy iron key ring with him, one modeled after the jailers keys in old movies. I thought it was hilarious, but I also found it touching. All these years later, he remembered what I used to think about as a child.
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