The adult in me never survives a trip to recycle at our local trash transfer station. I’m fine (read properly adulting) while stuffing cardboard in the bins. And dropping off my aluminum and steel cans is just another humdrum activity that tips me in no particular direction.
And
then there is the glass: recycling bottles and jars.
To
recycle glass, you “deposit” your bottles and jars in a huge metal container.
This is where the ten-year-old me pushes the mature me off the proverbial cliff
and takes over.
Deposit
is NOT the word I would use for what I do.
I’m
a ten and intend to go full-on Viking raid with this mission. My goals are
twofold. First, I need to make a big, noisy production out of throwing away my
bottles. Secondly, the object is to break as much glass as possible as I fire
my stuff into the receptacle.
Had
this recycling system been in place when I was a kid, I would have thrived and
become a full-on recycle warrior. As I told a woman carrying a tub of bottles
toward the glass container as I left empty-handed yesterday, “Glass is the fun
part of recycling.”
—Mitchell
Hegman
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