New topic. Give me the topic sentence. As a kid, I had a glow in the dark halo-sized ring that I got from the circus or a carnival. My mother told me that if I put it in the freezer, it will stay lit up. It was one of those things...hard to describe because I don't know what they're made of...I don't know the science behind any of this either...but I'm pretty sure that she's right that it will stop lighting up after a few hours but if you put it in the freezer, it will preserve it.
So I put it in the freezer. And I kept it there. I don't know how long. But long enough for my mother to start complaining about it. "Take this out and use it one night." I declined. I knew that if I took it out, it would die. If I kept it in the freezer, it would live indefinitely.
She kept telling me to use it and I kept declining.
Then one day it was gone. She just threw it out.
Was it taking up much space? No. It was a little string turned into a loop and would fit on a child's head. Taking up no space at all. But it bothered her.
Realistically, it could have still been frozen to this day. She got a new freezer but it could have been moved to the new freezer. The new freezer was even bigger than the old freezer.
As a kid, I was really interested in preserving things. I saw something on television about the Egyptians and some of the crap that they found in the tombs and the guy said something like, "Even a mundane item today would be interesting to people 1000 years from now."
I really took this to heart. I wanted to preserve my things whether it be my toys or some $1 piece of crap glow in the dark string that I got from the circus or the carnival. But my mother was totally opposed to this. She wanted to throw everything out. And that's what happened.
Then she wonders why I don't call.
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