This bandsaw box stores memories. When I was little, my sister and I used to play in a park where a lot of bamboo grows. After the rains, we advantured in the little forest of bamboo, enjoying their smell that mixes with the wet soil and moist air. On the tips of every bamboo stem, new sprouts grow and eventually become new leaves. Sometimes, we picked off the new-grown sprouts and chewed on their soft ends, pretending we are little pandas feasting on lots of bamboo.