![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valancy_janeI am noting this mostly for Treehavn, because this is very possibly my only real interaction with something I can't readily explain.
When I was little, I used to play with my grandmother's wind-up toy music box, which was in the shape of a piano, every time I came over. I was so attached to it that it was one of only two things I requested when she passed away, the other being her watch, which I always thought was tremendously elegant and which she also let me play with. (She really was amazingly tolerant.)
The other day, out of nowhere, the little toy piano music box began playing. It was locked in the "off" position, not wound. I was in the other room when I heard it begin playing. I was home alone.
I miss her.
When I was little, I used to play with my grandmother's wind-up toy music box, which was in the shape of a piano, every time I came over. I was so attached to it that it was one of only two things I requested when she passed away, the other being her watch, which I always thought was tremendously elegant and which she also let me play with. (She really was amazingly tolerant.)
The other day, out of nowhere, the little toy piano music box began playing. It was locked in the "off" position, not wound. I was in the other room when I heard it begin playing. I was home alone.
I miss her.
