When objects tell stories
When my son found this object in the garden and asked me what it was, it wasn’t just an opportunity to explain what a dynamo was for. It was also an opportunity to talk about how things used to be, how we lived, how we played, and how we grew up.
Because, after all, some objects aren’t just objects: they are memories, stories, and fragments of childhood hidden in slightly rusty metal.
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