Murcury was a lame god

When I was a kid... My dad had a flat wood plate... He put a drop of murcury on it and would stab it with a pin.... It would break up into small little balls and roll away... Once they reached a point they would roll back and collect into a ball... You know... Like the T1000... But the size of a pea... I thought if this today... I had no idea why.... I called my mom and asked her if she remembered that.... I asked her why.... Because you could then... Because we didn't know it could kill you.... Because it was a fun little thing.... Life was simple then... Everything that was dangerous was still found in your house... People were stronger... What the fuck happened


Sarvas