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I remember how I felt when I saw that old green helmet for the first time. I remember thinking about all the history around it, all the story behind every mark, every hit, every piece of old paint falling apart. The helmet belonged to my grandfather,  a former general of the army, he was in the military for almost 50 years and that helmet was with him since he started from the bottom, and stayed with him all the way to the top. I remember how his face lighted up when he used to tell stories from back in the day when he was just a young cadet in military school. Having that helmet in your hands and hearing my grandpa old stories make you feel like you were there, like you were a part of the story, especially when you put it on your head, and when you are 6 or 7 years old it’s pretty easy to get carried away by all those pleasant feelings.  I guess he saw so much excitement in my face with all those stories that at the end he didn’t had much of a choice but to give me the helmet as a present. My grandpa gave me that helmet when I was 8, I hanged it on my wall, but there wasn’t a day I didn’t put it on my head when I wanted to have a little fun and play kids war games and other stuff. Many years have passed since my grandpa gave me his helmet, I started growing up, I stopped using the helmet, one day I put it down the wall and hid it in my closet so there was more space in the wall so I could hang a poster, the last time I took it out was for my soldier costume on Halloween  two or three years ago, that was until the last summer. Last summer my Grandpa almost died, he suffered a heart attack (third in his life, but the first I remember) . When I returned home after visiting him in the hospital, the first thing I could think about was the gift he had given to me many years ago , so I took it  out and all these memories came to my mind, the images, the stories, the excitement. Since that day,  the helmet came back to its place in the wall, I don’t put it on anymore, but there is  a smile in my face every day I see that old green helmet.