NaBloPoMo15: That One Toy!

Growing up, I was blessed with a good amount of toys. But as a child, you don’t know that you’re blessed. Of course not. You always want what you can’t have. I swear it’s written in our DNA and stays there until you’re … well, forever for some people and at least past puberty for others.

When I reflected on my childhood to remember if there was any toy that I really wish I had but never did as a child one memory jumped out at me. I remember spending the evening at my aunt’s house because my parents had somewhere to go. My cousin, my brother, and I ended up sitting for hours playing with his LEGOs. He didn’t have any LEGO kits, like they do now, but you could free build. I don’t remember if we played with other toys that evening, but I remember the LEGOs. And when my parents picked us up for the evening, I remember thinking to myself, “Gosh I wish we had LEGOs.”

That’s the one and only memory I can distinctly remember wanting a toy that someone else had. And I know it may seem crazy, growing up with four brothers and not having any LEGOS, but it’s true. We didn’t have any. And while I don’t ever remember asking for LEGOs or putting it on my letter to Santa, I remember that thought, “I wish we had LEGOs.”

Thinking back on it now, I’m glad we never did have them. Those suckers are a pain to keep in toy boxes. I mean, seriously. They get into all the little nooks and crannies of your home and if my father stepped on any of them, bye-bye LEGOs regardless of how expensive they were. So, while that may have been one of the toys I coveted when I was younger, my parents were smart never to have let it set foot into our house.


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