The Case of the Missing Spring

When I first moved to this house awhile back there was a long, cool-shaped, spring on the gate that leads to the backyard. That spring has been gone for a few years now and nobody has noticed or, at least, nobody has bothered to say anything about it. I, of course, know exactly where that spring is or, at least, where I put it last. In a robot. That's right. The spring that's sole purpose was to make sure that the front gate closed when people let go was put into a robot. Not just any robot either - Longshot. Longshot was my junior highschool's entry into a Canada wide robotic hockey competition back when I attended. After a motor pulled back on a wooden block that functioned with all the grace of a sledgehammer, this spring would pull it back into its starting position, sending the puck that dropped down from a shoot across the playing surface. A pretty snazzy upgrade in position in my humble opinion.

Personally, I think the spring was happier in that brief but glorious expedition but I'm pretty sure that now it misses the good ol' days of being back here being the curtious attended it was. I'm sure it hasn't been stretched to its full potential in a long time. Mister Spring - you are missed.