Wednesday, April 28, 2004

When I was seven, I fond my dad's compass which i thought was the coolest thing in the world. Of course I had been told a thousand times not to touch it, which made me want to play with it even more. . It had screws in it, so i unscrewed them and took it apart. I couldn't get it back together again. I threw it in the garbage can and scrunched up some paper towles and threw them on top and said no more about it. It's been about 20 years, and, as far as I know, dad has never wondered what happened to his compass (or noticed it missing).


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