My name is Cullet. It means a very small piece of glass. My earliest memory is of being thrown out of a car into a soft grassy field. I stayed there through wind and rain, heat and cold. It was a peaceful life in that meadow. I was enjoying a nap when all of a sudden, I was lifted from my resting place, and put into a dark orange stifling bag with other glass. I was put into a truck and taken to a neighborhood recycling center. We were all sorted by color. I was put into a bin with other clear glass. What would happen next? Another big truck came and took me a glass recycling center, where I was crushed into thousands of tiny pieces (hence my name). A giant scoop scooped me up and put me into a big furnace where I melted into a very hot liquid. Boy was I steaming!

The next thing I knew, I was being poured into a mold. When I cooled off, I was a brand new drinking glass!

Submitted by Mrs. Earthman’s Third Grade Class.

Reuseville, NC

e-mail - ggurley@gaston.k12.nc.us
Last updated: 11/18/05