Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?
In my youth, I treasured a small, well-worn toy car that accompanied me through countless adventures. Its metal frame bore the inevitable scrapes of daily use, but each scratch told a story of my boundless imagination. I recall how I would drive it across every surface in our home, from the living room floor to the window sills, fueled by nothing more than a child’s fascination with movement and make-believe. Over the years, my interests shifted, and the little car disappeared, most likely lost during a family move or given away to a younger relative. Although the object itself is long gone, it remains alive in my memories, representing a simpler time when my greatest thrill was found in the tiny wheels of that humble toy.
-Lajos
My Drilling book 