A chunk of glass that I found walking to school one day in like 1997. It’s like an inch thick. No idea where it would have came from. If I can find a picture when I get home I will upload it. Now it just reminds me of childhood wonder.
Could potentially be a chunk of a glass insulator? Did you find it under or near telephone lines at all? A pic would be useful - I collect insulators so I might be able to tell you whether or not it’s part of one.
No. It was in the sidewalk next to the street. No overhead lines. I’ll send a picture when I get home. The one edge has about a half inch radius.
Hmm, interesting. What color is the glass? I am guessing it is clear?
Clear
Have you ever passed a Geiger counter over it?
Yeah, all 6 Geiger counters I own have shown…no I haven’t run a Geiger counter over it.
My deceased mom’s drivers license. Carry it with me in my wallet.
A blanket my mom made me that’s as old as me. That blanket kept me warm when I was little and I’ll never get rid of it 😌
I wear a black ring with the initials of a person who I thought would be with me till the day I die. They left me a bit ago but I still wear this as the only gift I ever got from this person. I hope they’re doing good wherever and however they are
Found a massive pine cone in Rome when I visited about 24 years ago.
Not really sure why I kept it but I did.
I have a small piece of scrap rebar on my kitchen window leftover from when we had the foundation fixed.
I (a guy) think I still have a small plastic off-brand Lego in my desk. I spent a weekend with my high school crush and we found a bunch of them and had goofy fun with them.
Last I heard she’d moved away, married a woman, and had a successful career in science. I doubt she thinks of me, but I’m glad she did well.
On my first day of grade 8, the science teacher asked if anyone had a bill for a demonstration. I volunteered my $5 bill. He proceeded to douse it in some chemical and torch it, to the amusement of the class. It burned for a few seconds but the bill was unharmed. At first I didn’t spend it because I liked the story, but now I also won’t spend it because it’s the last paper bill I have (all Canadian bills have been plastic for a while).
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Canadian bank notes are made of the polymer … deep breath biaxially-oriented polypropylene (BOPP). All plastics are polymers, but not all polymers are plastics and in this case Canadian bank notes are not plastic.
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Thanks for the info! However your facts will never be strong enough to take away their maple smell.
A router, the kind you use for wood work.
It was my father’s tool, and probably as old as I am. It doesn’t work and parts are no longer available for it. I’ve since bought a new one. But I still have the old one that will never work.
I have a flyer for an event that my highschool crush gave me and I jokingly told her I’d treasure it forever.
I guess I’m just not a guy who can go back on a promise like that.
I’ve a small fractured chunk of cast iron from the first vehicle I replaced an engine in.
Little magnetic shopping list board that sticks on the fridge. Lost a really wonderful dog a few years ago and had written a list for her that included a lot of quality of life stuff for her final days.
After she passed, I just never wrote on that board again. It got packed and moved to a new house where it sits once again on the refrigerator. Time has hardened the ink on the board and it won’t come off again, but I just physically can’t throw it away.
It’s stupid. She’s been gone 4 years now. I’m just powerless xD
My high school report cards. (From 1983.)
I have mine from all my grades from primary to high school. My father wrote an analysis on the back of one after the term had ended and what I could have done for the grades to be better: basically to make tiny little improvements consistently throughout the year. I have come a long way but I still try to follow it.
A buttplug containing the ashes of my passed boyfriend
… how did you put the ashes inside the butt plug?
Gently, with plenty of lube.
