When I was about eight years of age, a friend of mine found an old, weathered bottle that had washed ashore the Coronado beach. Inside this bottle was a rolled up map leading to a buried treasure. She brought the map to her parents where they decided that a treasure hunt was as must. As the parents plotted, they allowed each of their children (three in total) to bring along a friend. To this day, I will always be grateful to my friend for choosing me as her plus one.
The map brought us through a series of steps that included using our math skills and being very precise with direction. Finally, after what seemed like hours (fun hours, I might add), we approached what we hoped was was the ‘X’ on the map. The secret spot was in the white,...