isramom
In the fifth grade I made an electro-magnet from a really big 6 volt battery. It sat on the windowsill of the classroom. I was so proud of it, because it actually worked and I had made it from start to finish. Then one day I cam to school and saw it had horrible black gook all over the top. Someone had attached the both wires to the leads and left it that way overnight. I remember the awful feeling. It made me feel so helpless. Something I had worked on was destroyed. And of course there was no one I could blame and it wasn't really of importance to anyone but me.