The first thing you should know is that I LOVE toys. Not just toys, really, but any object that feels nice in my hand, or looks stunning on my bookshelf, or makes me smile or giggle. I'm a thirty-garbledhandovermouth-year old toy FANATIC. I don't believe adults only sell and buy toys for children. Toys and other playful objects are treasured and cherished by anyone who engages with them. Very often, that person is a grown-up.
You know that question that goes something like, "if your house caught fire, what ONE thing would you take with you?" When I was a kid the only things I cared about were my toys. And I had one specific toy that I cherished over all others. My stuffed raccoon, the one I slept with every night, the one with the mashed-in face and matted 'fur' was my answer. My sticker book was number t
wo.The toys that last in my memory aren't the fancy or expensive ones. I could have let my remote control dog burn, and my Cabbage Patch doll could smolder. My stereo could melt along with my bag of Barbies and Barbie clothes. My disc-film camera could go along with all the pictures I'd taken with it. If I had to escape fast it was an inert but beloved object I'd take along.
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