Plastics make it possible! I was traumatized as a preschooler when I dropped a glass jug of Gatorade on the cement porch of our house one time. If only we had the plastic jugs back then!
For more than a decade, my father and I had talked about returning to the place where he made plastics before I was born. The plant had exerted an inexplicable pull on me for longer than I can remember, since before I had kids, and even before I entered graduate school to study environmental legacy – what is passed from one generation to the next.