Shattered

Well ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for our physical science lesson. What happens when you put a snow globe, which is filled with liquid, into an ordinary plastic storage bin and then proceed to place it outside during the winter? If your answer was that the liquid inside it solidifies and then thaws, cracking the globe glass as it does, then you are absolutely right! And I have the ruined snow globes to prove it.

This one used to be my favorite one, but as you can see it’s now ruined. Even my Winnie the Pooh one, which surprisingly didn’t crack open, is ruined because from being damp nearly all of the characters on the outside of the globe have fallen off.

I know it was an accident and that my mother thought that the bin with my globes in it was inside in my room and not out on the back porch, but even so it doesn’t change the fact that they’re now ruined. And it just had to be them, didn’t it? Anything else and I wouldn’t be as upset. But I guess nobody really knew or understood how much those snow globes meant to me. They were some of the very few possessions of mine that I actually really care about.

I’m sure I’ll eventually be able to replace them, but it’s not going to be any time soon. Yet with every day I wait, it will be harder since they’re retired and I’m already having a hard time finding people selling them on sites like Ebay. But I’ll figure something out, I always do. Plus the search is leading me to a bunch of other globes that I’m falling in love with and want to eventually buy. But that won’t be until I’m out on my own and actually have room for them.

If we learned anything out of the whole experience: double check the storage bins when you’re deciding whether to put them out on the back porch or upstairs in Whitney’s room.