A Screwed Up Childhood
The best present a curious child can ever get is a screwdriver. I spent a large portion of my childhood, arms deep within a piece of broken machinery, dismantling it, seeing how it worked. Some of them I left in pieces, some of them I tried to fix, but no matter how carefully I put them back together, there was always a screw left. These are the remnants.
Taken 2006-09-17, at N, W . Linked on