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*i had a broken toy box full of broken toys flotsam and jetsam of a childhood filled with playthings shattered and forgotten in later years I would open that dusty chest filled with dusty remnants of happier times and weep for the friends I had left behind shattered chunks of preformed plastic that kept me safe when barely out of diapers my Nuclear Family went nuclear lead paint and lawn darts loose pieces and lost innocence i learned the value of love through spending time with cast off friends i learned the value of respect through seeing the pieces of the stickers that I tore off my spider-man helicopter immediately after my mother and father in their last act of love as a couple spent hours placing them exactly as instructed i did not learn that one day i would be a dusty old cast off toy in someone elses box of broken pieces in that world toys are replaced before their time broken not by love and use but by throwing them against the wall in a tantrum looking for the next shiny new thing*
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 2:31 AM UTC
Toys
*i had a broken toy box full of broken toys flotsam and jetsam of a childhood filled with playthings shattered and forgotten in later years I would open that dusty chest filled with dusty remnants of happier times and weep for the friends I had left behind shattered chunks of preformed plastic that kept me safe when barely out of diapers my Nuclear Family went nuclear lead paint and lawn darts loose pieces and lost innocence i learned the value of love through spending time with cast off friends i learned the value of respect through seeing the pieces of the stickers that I tore off my spider-man helicopter immediately after my mother and father in their last act of love as a couple spent hours placing them exactly as instructed i did not learn that one day i would be a dusty old cast off toy in someone elses box of broken pieces in that world toys are replaced before their time broken not by love and use but by throwing them against the wall in a tantrum looking for the next shiny new thing*
A discourse on our childhood playthings and how they affect our adult relationships.
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 2:31 AM UTC
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