Heh here is a lame story. As a kid I found a rear view mirror from a car. The rectangular ones inside the car. So I kept playing with it, holding it up to my face and walking around, pretending I was in a car. It was awesome because I could see behind me with it, so it gave that sweet ass reality experience. I played with it straight for like 3 days, pretending I was driving around. Eventually I dropped it and it broke, and I was super sad. I mean, really upset.
A few weeks later, we moved in this new house, and in the garage, guess what I found…not one, but TWO rear view mirrors. I was like, JACKPOT!
Started playing with those just as I did with the first, but I got bored of them real quick, and abandoned them in the garage. I think I learned something that day, but I don’t remember what it was.