May 30, 2015
My dad gave me this necklace when I was a kid and I cherished it for years. I would slide the pendant back and forth on the chain and stick it in my mouth because I liked the metallic taste of it. It was misplaced for a long time but I found it recently. To see it triggers that memory of metal taste and the zipping sound of the chain. The whole where the chain goes through is worn thin from use, so I won't wear it. I've had a history of being labeled a "dark horse" - back in my wrestling days and recently racing bikes at the track. I like the association to that idea of underdog and the connection to this object. To the dark horses... 🐎
