The minute hand of a clock, the eye of a child's favorite toy, the name of your imaginary friend, the last page of a good book or the ending of your favorite story, the first words spoken to you every morning, the handle of a teacup, one sock, your favorite smell, 30 seconds of your memory but then make the 30 seconds they take something very important, a dust bunny, a silver spoon, tears cried for a beautiful sunset, an old love letter, the mud a happy pig rolled in, goosebumps, the ability to wink, the ability to whistle, the handkerchief from a miser's pocket, a tooth, your sense of rhythm, the ability to rhyme, a flower crown made only from flowers that grew out of cracks in the cobblestones, an apron milk was spilled upon, a slightly rotten apple, a puzzle piece or an important card you wouldn't want to miss from a deck, a potato that looks like it's smiling, the ability to hear the song of a specific kind of bird, the ability to look over your left shoulder, a pitcher with a very small hole in the bottom, a snake shed, the rock the first snowflake of winter landed on, the ability to move your eyebrows, the ability to say your own name, the ability to whisper or to shout, the shoelaces of the town constable, a tiny musical instrument, one letter of the alphabet, the ability to ask someone else to scratch your back, an inch of your height, the nosehairs of a sleeping bear, the cowlick from the head of a naughty child, your signature, a very specific freckle, a button from the wedding dress of a jilted lover, a rusty military medal, moss from the north side of an old gravestone, the shell of an oyster that never made a pearl, honeycomb, dew from a spiderweb, your ability to blush, a ribbon worn by a girl at her first dance, the reflection of the moon on water, a cufflink that was swallowed by a fish, a book of nursery rhymes that fell to the floor when the reader nodded off to sleep, a quill used to write a secret message, a cherry pit that was baked into a pie, the good will of snails - snails all really really hate you now, the gambling dice that cost a lord their fortune