Sometimes a simple object, covered in dirt and rust, can trigger an unexpected emotional response. That’s exactly what happened when my son returned from the garden, eyes bright, holding a strange little piece of metal. Impossible to identify at first glance, it seemed to come from another era. Not a toy, not a modern tool… but something familiar, buried in our collective memory. And suddenly, everything became clear.
This mysterious discovery intrigues the whole family
first, we all played detective. What purpose could that cylindrical object, with its little roller and articulated arm, have? My son imagined it was a treasure, a piece of a secret machine, or even a forgotten science fiction prop. As for me, a strange feeling was taking hold: that of having seen that thing before, a long time ago.

It took only a few seconds for the memory to literally come flooding back to me.

The turning point: an immediate return to childhood