Childhood
How I made it.
I built a model out of a shoebox. I decided that I wanted my contraption to be a cube rather than a rectangular shape, and so set off to make the box. The first of many trips to Home Depot and a trunk full of ply wood brought me to my dad's house where he helped me build the box. Now, I was planning on building the box myself and went to his house to use his tools, but the nature of fathers tend to lean towards to helping their baby daughter out. This event really made me think about how I am a baby still in my father's eyes and always will be. And it was a nice father-daughter bonding experience.
I bought a map and did some crafty calculations (and called some friends for confirmation because I don't trust my math skills) and drew a grid on the map and a grid on the four sides of my box and drew the map onto the box with the help of a trusted Sharpie. I cringe at this point because that sounds like such an easy and simple step when in reality is was a monster. Next, I painted the water cleverly blue and the land green. Again, sounds simple, but nearly resulted in the banishment of my sanity. I had no idea what an arduous task that would be, but I was very happy with the results when all was said and done, and quite thankful that I did not procrastinate as much as I usually do and had enough time to do a thorough job.