I once split my chin wide open. I still have the scar to prove it. Unlike most kids who split their chin open, it wasn’t from trying out for sports or messing around with friends in the driveway; it was because I was running around the living room as a shirtless four-year-old.
 

I got stitches. It hurt like hell. But they gave me this shimmery silver Band-Aid, and I thought it was magic. I refused to take it off for weeks. Family vacation. First day of school. Chip and Dale meet-and-greet. Parent's divorce. There was that glorious silver Band-Aid.
 

I say all of this to say two things: I’ve realized I’m more of a gold-toned accessory person, and when I love something, I love it hard. And that’s me with copywriting.