thumbtacks

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Now that I have a metal board and magnets in my office, I rarely use thumbtacks any more.

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I was so into thumbtacks when I was in middle grade school. My dad worked for a print firm and he used to steal, (err, borrow for extended periods of time) all kinds of stuff. There was this huge box of tacks, flat heads like the kind in your drawing. I once filled a whole cork board with thumbtacks using them to make a picture.

Can anyone explain to me why this sketch has an emotionally comforting affect on me? I can't seem to summon the words to describe it. (and was my word "affect" right, or should I have used "effect" -- as I am never sure?)

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