I had toys that I bought with my allowance; however, most of my toys were gifts. Usually, my favorite toys were gifts. Sentimental value had little to do with my liking or disliking a toy, it usually came down to the fact that the toys I received as gifts were usually bigger and more expensive than the toys I was able to buy for myself.
One year for my birthday, my grandmother arrived at my party with a large box. For a child, neither quality nor quantity can inspire anxiety quite the same as size. I spent the entire party thinking about what could be in that large box. When it came time to open presents, the large box was my first choice for unwrapping. I quickly tore through the bright wrapping paper, pulled the tape off the seams and was astounded to see a big aircraft carrier nearly half my height.
Along with the aircraft carrier, came die cast metal airplanes on a scale relative to the carrier. The boat also floated, so it doubled as a bath toy. Unfortunately, the weight of the die cast airplanes made balancing the boat in the tub a tedious effort.
I was enthralled with my new toy. I would place the aircraft carrier on the carpet, arrange the planes in different configurations and then “borrow” my mother’s camera to take pictures of the configurations I’d made.
I played with that aircraft carrier until the day that I caused a breach in the hull while in the tub. I sunk the aircraft carrier and the plastic was beyond repair. I was devastated.
My devastation didn’t last long, however, and I quickly resumed “borrowing” my sister’s toys.
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