Once in high school, my class took a field trip to a Christmas ornament factory. All of us students agreed that this was an odd place to take a school outing, but it was a better option than going to class.
At the beginning of the tour, we learned about the origins of Christmas decorations and other information about them such as the types of materials used in production and the optimum environment for storing them when not being used.
All of the workers in the ornament factory were all wearing the same kind of outfit and the orthodox Christmas colors of green, white and red. Some workers offered to let us make some decorations, and we didn’t want to offend them so we agreed. I figured that the odds were I’d never have a chance to do this again, so I should try. Otherwise, I might regret not doing it.
First, the manager of the factory quickly outlined the steps needed to make the ornament. I was very optimistic about this activity, because I’d always been good at art and making things. My mom introduced me to art as a child as an outlet for my extra energy. The manager gave all of the students a round piece of opaque plastic that we were supposed to add words, pictures, and other colors to. We could omit some or all of the items, he said, this was something that we could keep and give to our offspring for generations to come. While I was making the ornament, I didn’t think about giving it to my children, I had that outlook that I’d give it to my parents for a gift. I hoped that giving them this ornament that I made myself would offset the fact that I had been getting into trouble lately at school.
After we had finished decorating our ornaments, the manager told us to put them in special ovens so they could bake and the pictures and words would become a permanent part of the decoration. He told us to orient them into ovens so the picture was facing up. As the ovens started heating up, the hot plastic gave off a very distinct odor that I’ll never forget. When I got home from the factory, I gave my mom the gift I had made for her. She was very happy and said it was her favorite gift ever!
At the beginning of the tour, we learned about the origins of Christmas decorations and other information about them such as the types of materials used in production and the optimum environment for storing them when not being used.
All of the workers in the ornament factory were all wearing the same kind of outfit and the orthodox Christmas colors of green, white and red. Some workers offered to let us make some decorations, and we didn’t want to offend them so we agreed. I figured that the odds were I’d never have a chance to do this again, so I should try. Otherwise, I might regret not doing it.
First, the manager of the factory quickly outlined the steps needed to make the ornament. I was very optimistic about this activity, because I’d always been good at art and making things. My mom introduced me to art as a child as an outlet for my extra energy. The manager gave all of the students a round piece of opaque plastic that we were supposed to add words, pictures, and other colors to. We could omit some or all of the items, he said, this was something that we could keep and give to our offspring for generations to come. While I was making the ornament, I didn’t think about giving it to my children, I had that outlook that I’d give it to my parents for a gift. I hoped that giving them this ornament that I made myself would offset the fact that I had been getting into trouble lately at school.
After we had finished decorating our ornaments, the manager told us to put them in special ovens so they could bake and the pictures and words would become a permanent part of the decoration. He told us to orient them into ovens so the picture was facing up. As the ovens started heating up, the hot plastic gave off a very distinct odor that I’ll never forget. When I got home from the factory, I gave my mom the gift I had made for her. She was very happy and said it was her favorite gift ever!