My mother had this bag in the 70’s, as a child I played with it and filled it with my treasures. Three decades later my daughter has one too. I scoured the entire village if Hoi An to find a matching ark bag tiny enough for my little Noon’s toddler hands. Only one store in the whole town carried it (for the highest price) but that memory will never leave me. It was a hard-won victory forever woven into the very bamboo fibers of this ark bag. Every time she picks it up I’m instantly transported back to the narrow alleyways, marigold-hued buildings of Hoi An, and our first solo mother-daughter trip to Vietnam. Children accumulate…