It all begins with trees. Trees growing happily in the sun. Weathering the elements, growing tall and strong.
Next, someone comes along and cuts down the tree. They take it to a big factory where the tree is somehow made into paper. All sorts of paper.
Paper used to print the news.
Paper made into all sorts of magazines.
Paper sent to publishing companies, used to make books.
Paper sent to phone companies, power companies and other public service companies.
Paper sent to schools for school assignments, art projects, report cards, and notes from teachers.
This paper is then transported in many different ways.
Some will magically appear on the front porch.
Some will be left in the mailbox by a trusty mail carrier.
Some will be stuffed into children's back packs.
It doesn't matter where it comes from.
It doesn't matter how it gets here.
Somehow, every piece of paper ever created ends up on my kitchen counter.