Keys to my grandfather's truck

I remember being a kid back in the 80's.  My grandparents purchased a red and white Chevy S-10 pick up truck.  That body style was one of the smaller trucks, but there were little jump seats behind the front seats.  My sister and I were always small people, and while we could easily fit, I wouldn't call it a comfortable fit.  That was kind of an inside joke in our family for years, as my grandparents had us take a fairly long ride shortly after they purchased the truck, and we were never in a hurry to do that again!

My grandfather developed Parkinson's disease shortly after I graduated from college, and several years later he had to end his driving.  My father purchased the truck from my grandparents a year or so before my grandfather died.  My father loved having that truck, and even had personalized license plates with my grandfather's initials.  I drove it a couple of times when Dad had it.  Eventually, Dad sold it because it just wan't feasible for him to have it anymore, and strangely enough, I saw it one day when Andrew and I were out and about.  At this point the truck was over 20 years old, and there was absolutely no doubt it was the same truck.

This weekend I was going through some old things, and I found a baggy with some keys in it...keys to my grandfather's truck.  There were a couple of other keys in the bag, and I have no idea what they might go to.  I have no idea why these keys were all in a bag and not on a key chain, and I have no idea why I have them.  It made me smile though.  An of course, I kept those keys in the bag and put them right back where I found them.  Some day, years from now, I'll forget I have them, I'll come across them again, and I'll get to smile about it all over again.