I Sold My Childhood
We all have to move on some time
When you fall out of love with the things you once loved, it’s an indication to move on from them.
When I was young, I had a great collection of diecast cars, Legos, and other hobbies. I took pride in gathering them, searching for what was rare, and organising the shelves in my room, where all my treasured possessions were.
For most, they were just bits of plastic and metal shells, but for me, a child who didn’t have many close friends or places to go, my collection was my childhood.
I spent most of what I’d earnt from delivering newspapers acquiring new collectibles, and dusted my shelves each night, because nothing else served me much purpose for the better part of fifteen years.
But as the end of high school neared, I knew that it was time for me to give them up. Having and craving the best collection used to mean the world to me, but as time went on, the very things that were invaluable to me, became nothing but possessions I had in my room.
The special meanings behind each diecast model and Lego set was gone, and the plastic bits and metal shells on my shelves became all but a memory. A lost one.
It was time to be a big boy, and there was no more time for the little boy toys. I had to ask myself the…
