Why I’ll Preserve My Toys With Me Forever.

 Now before you decide to skip this post and move onto doing something invaluable, let me tell you that this isn’t your daily philosophical and boring post. I’ve decided to take a practical and understandable approach towards proving this. Toys play a big role in everyone’s lives and some adults may never accept my statement, but I’ll still express how I feel for my toys.

First we have a Pikachu that’s smaller than the size of my pinky finger in terms of length, its tail is broken, what could it possibly mean to me?

For me it’s something that shows and proves a connection. You see, when I was small, I used to wander around when we used to go anywhere knowing my parents are watching me, but one time when we were at a mall, I entered a small section with Toys R Us next to it, I kept on gazing at one of the huge robot figures but decided to break the eye contact and move along with my parents. Now when I tried to find them, I couldn’t as the crowd had moved on and my parents weren’t aware that I wasn’t with them - still my fault, but whatever. 

Now everyone  knows that if you get lost, the only reasonable thing that should be done is cry. Like- who has the time to tell a responsible adult that their parent is lost? I didn’t even bother remembering their phone numbers back then - this is a good time to tell I was probably 5-6 years old back then, so I don’t look stupid. 

My parents did eventually come back within less than 2 minutes and found me. But I still wouldn’t stop crying, and kept going on and on, and to make me stop crying, we went into the toy store and there were small Pokémon collectibles, most of them being pikachu in different poses. My dad proceeded to ask me which one I wanted, and I pointed at a random one as if I was drunk.

Although when I did come back to my senses, I looked at it and loved it. It was pretty cool, I used to act like I’m fighting using that, and then it made its way on top of the WiFi router, where all small toys go.

Second we have a HotWheels Chevrolet Gasser. This car had a weird look, and was my cheapest birthday gift that I chose for myself, how could something so simple have possibly contributed towards my childhood?

I was pretty small back then, I used to love cars. I never cared about what brand those cars were, as long as they appealed my eyes, I was all for it. 

It was my birthday and it was time for me to choose what I wanted, me and my parents proceeded to go to the shopping centre so I could see if there was something that I’d like. I found two good looking cars, and one of them was the HotWheels and the other one was an off-brand chinese car. And I went with the HotWheels Gasser.

Little did I know that the HotWheels car would trigger the collector inside of me and make me what I am now - a collector with 100+ cars - and don’t cringe, I’m allowed to brag since this is my blog. 

Now I know I’ve only pointed out very few toys, but for all of them, I’ll need 4-5 blogs, not that I’m going to do it though. It’s never too old to have fun with your toys, check them out once in a while. And most importantly, never be ashamed of letting people know you still like your toys - connections are understandable only when explained, and this is exactly what I’ve tried to do in this blog. - and also because I’m running out of creative ideas.

And if I ever plan to contribute to the growing 8 Billion population, let me tell you that none of the upcoming offsprings are getting their hands on my HotWheels. Peace.