The Box

When I was a child, I had a box in my bedroom that was full of all sorts of bits and bobs—ranging from batteries, to rubber bands to screws, string and discarded wood chips from my grandfather’s shop. Many hours were spent pouring over those items, arranging them in various combinations and imaginatively dreaming about what amazing things could be built from them.

Today while reading Ian Bernstein recount a similar story in Offscreen magazine, I wondered to what extent this is a shared experience amoung those of us who grew up to later dedicate our lives to the making of things.

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