i keep bibs
i run fast
i run slow

i travel vermont
north and south
east and west

i count my time
i see my place
i come in last
smile on my face

i win when i am done
the rule is to cross
i am a cheetah and slug
i am the boss
 

When I was about eight years old, I started to hold onto almost every little broken electronic thing in my house. I saved everything from bug zappers to remote control cars. As long as it was broken and used electricity, I saved it. I kept them in a plastic bin that is about the size of a child size suitcase that, even now, is still full. That may not sound like much in the scheme of collections, but this one was only on the small side because most of the things that I kept were pretty small themselves. Unlike many other collections of things considered to be “junky,” I didn’t keep these things for the sole purpose of growing my collection. It’s not that I wanted to fix them either, and even if I did, I probably wouldn’t have been able to, considering just how broken most of the things were. I kept them for my curiosity; I would take the things I saved apart in order to feed my lifelong interest in the way things work.