Anything that goes into a jar used to make me happy as a child. Chocolate chip cookies, candies, jams and yes - even pickles! I loved how my mom decorated them with red and white gingham jar covers. I imagined those covers were like hats. All the jars had different personalities, yet they were all dressed the same way. It was so much fun to visualize the friendship of the candies and pickles. Would they fight a lot because they were so different? Or would they be best friends despite their differences? I could write a thousand more words about my story of jars, but you get the point: I was a little girl with a big imagination!