I used to be really into bottle caps- so much so that my Dad still saves them for me when he gets new or interesting ones. I would crawl around in the dirt under the bleachers at my brother's baseball games, looking for bottle caps, or pick them up out of the gutter, or pluck them from the recycling bin. But I had forgotten that I used to wear them as buttons, that my Mom devised a method to make them jewelry with a disc of cardboard in the back. Forgotten, that is, until today:

I think I deserve some sort of dork prize- I'm surprised my parents didn't worry about me more.