This is a follow-up on a "Found Objects" post a few months ago.
Apparently, my mom had a piece of evidence (as I will call it) that I was quite a troublemaker when it came to passing the time anywhere near a copy machine. I'm not sure why the mechanics and production of this machine would intrigue me so.
"How could this machine make an exact image of my hands?" is the thought that must have passed through my analytical mind.
It's fun to see these two posts link up. It brings a happy moment from the past and the present together. I know it says something about me. Somehow these two occurrences describe something about me, though I'm not sure what.