Wow, that’s exactly the kind of find that gets my heart racing! The other week I stumbled on an old, cracked tin box at a flea market—inside was a single, tiny brass compass from the 1800s. I swear it looked like it’d slipped straight out of a pirate’s chest. Holding it felt like a secret portal to the past, and I had to map every tiny dent and scratch like it was a new map to treasure. It’s those little moments that make me feel history is literally sitting right there on my table, waiting to be discovered. How about you—any relics that made you feel the past humming in your palms?