The Three That I Miss The Most!

Posted by Jimbo on July-4-2007 18 Commented

My contribution to Daniel’s Blog Project Three [Daily Blog Tips].

3Have you ever missed one of your toys? It’s not the toy itself, really. It’s the memories that come with it. And these memories are always different than “my best birthday” or “my best holiday” kindda memories! They are… Errm… How do I put this… They are deeper and more meaningful.

Anyway… Before I go off track and end up talking about coffee and porn, I’m going to list my top three toys that I truly miss the most. Each one of these toys has its important share in my childhood memories and in indescribable ways, they all helped me grow up to be who I am now!

3) My Raleigh WildCat BMX: The first bicycle I ever owned. From 86 to 91 I was the coolest looking kid on the block. Whenever I was riding with my friends, I felt as though I owned the Hells Angels. Everyone, even the “big guys,” respected me and had to ask before having my awesome black bike for a quick ride. In all our bike/plastic bag/water fights, I was the lethal weapon of the gang. I could stike and get away faster than any of the other big fat heavy bikes and bikers could. For four to five hours a day, I was on top of the world and that felt sweeeeet! She retired in 97 and is now living in peace with spiders!

2) My Kodak Fisher-Price Instamatic camera: The very first piece of technology I had ever owned. From 1984 to 2000, this gorgeous gadget served me loyally and never ever complained. From Venice, when I was only four years old, to Singapore when I was having a hard time finding 120 films, my darling blue Kodak captured my memories. First time I shaved my head. First time I took a ride on a roller coaster. Birthday after Birthday… Guess how pissed off I was when I found out my dad gave my camera to charity in 2000?! God knows where it is now… ***sniff sniff***

1) My Red Matchbox Rubbish Truck: The one and only thing I had ever stolen in my life (that is if you don’t count my mom’s chewing gums!). In 1982, when I was only two years old, I took my most favorit toy from Hamleys’ in London. No one knows how I did it, but the best guess is that I just took it and nobody saw anything! This is how I’m told it happened… We were on our way back home when my dad notices me playing with my truck and asks my mom: “what’s that he’s playing with?” and my mom has a look and replies: “what the… That’s not his!” and then they look at each other thinking to themselves “oh, crap! Our son is a thief!” As far as I remember, every time they saw me playing with my truck, they reminded me of that day and explained what would have happened if we were cought that day. That made me love my truck even more. The funny thing is that of all my huge Matchbox collection, that rubbish truck was my favorit. Last time I saw my Red Rubbish Truck was 2003. It was donated to charity shortly after. Sigh…




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