Once as a young lad I was jumping from the swings, marking my distance each time. With each jump I would attempt to go higher/further than the previous kanievel jump, quivering that my shirt would not snag on the chains on my dismount from the swings. Well on one of my landings, I stumbled upon this broken piece of jewelry with what appeared to have many diamonds in it. My discovery carried more joy than a pirate with a bottle of rum. I rushed home to show my treasure to my parents who believed it could hold some value, to me an endless supply of summer toys. We took this antique to the local jewelry store for inspection. After only a few minutes I was met with rolling eyes of the store clerk stating it was just trash.