My childhood obsession with ancient Egypt.

Recently found another piece of home decor for my strange 'Ancient Cultures' collection. $10 at Goodwill. Picture doesn't do it justice, seriously. It's longer than my entire arm.

Little background on my obsession with all things Ancient Egypt: Shortly after starting Kindergarten I was tested for gifted classes. I got into trouble a lot in class and was immensely bored with the work that was being provided. I remember that there wasn't a thing the teacher could put in front of me that I didn't immediately know how to do without instruction. I entertained myself by doing things like trying to bring a dead fly from the window sill back to life by placing it inside of a bottle cap with a bit of water, and making prongs from metal gum wrappers and a paperclip that was bent under the fly and came out and up like a two pronged fork.
Then, I stuck it in an electrical outlet.
Spoiler: It didn't resurrect as hypothesized, I however had my ass lit up when I got home.
When I was told I would be going to a different classroom a few times a week for an hour a day, I thought it was going to be some sort of detention for bad kids. They explained to me that it wasn't because I was bad but I was bright and there would be older kids there too that can teach me things. My first day was one I'll never forget... I walked into the room and there were 5 other kids sitting at a table with a teacher, and all over the table was Egyptian items. Little miniature figures and clay that kids were carving strange symbols into with tools. I'd never heard of Egypt before, and this place looked like so much fun! I was sad when I learned that it wasn't like this today there. I remember when I learned about hieroglyphics I told the teacher I was going to learn it all and that would be the only way I would write! Ancient Egypt was the theme of the month, and I was starving to learn everything I could about this amazing place. I talked nonstop about Ancient Egypt to everyone and anyone who would listen. I actually was banned from my mother to even mention it the house, by threat of ass whooping. I had to stand in the corner a lot as a kid, and I spent hours day dreaming about living in Ancient Egypt as a historian. I devoured every book I could on Ancient Egypt.