#walkmyworld Reflection

#Walkmyworld week 3

I have a hobby; I collect spoons from places I’ve traveled. My hobby has been the brunt of many jokes over the years as people find out about this hidden hobby of mine. Most of the time I get called an old lady; apparently spoon collecting is associated with older women! I will say that the only clientele of humans to NOT poke fun at me ARE older ladies! So, maybe there’s some truth to the joking banter but it hasn’t stopped me from gathering spoons from places I’ve visited from the age of 9 when I bought a spoon at a museum in Williamsport, PA while watching the Little League World Series. I have since collected almost 100 spoons spanning the globe.

Referencing Tupac’s poem, “Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack?” reminds me of how my hobby has transformed itself into a phenomenon within my circle of friends and family. I laugh when others make fun of me because my hobby has indirectly become a hobby of my friends and family. When they go on vacation, they buy ME spoons! I have spoons from France, a place I’ve never been and others from places such as Aruba, Rhode Island, Florida, Bahamas, California - to name a few.

“...to feel exposed to the madness…” from Identity is what I feel like when I look a