A treasure chest can be many different shapes, colours and materials. Some have a padlock with a little key, to guard secrets and memories. But there's a special kind of treasure chest that holds the emotions of a life. It's words, written on sheets of paper that yellow with time; words found by chance one day in an attic, which bring straight to mind the days when the Author was still a child.Page by page, from old exercise books discovered in the attic, short made-up tales appear, balanced somewhere between reality and fiction. But anything is possible. Words themselves are magic boxes because they have the power to contain dreams, fears, hopes, pain, love, passion, rage... In such tiny squiggles, straight lines, doodles in smudged ink, there's a whole world. Especially if it's a child who writes them.