A story with toys

A little kid's best friend isn't another kid down the street or somebody from school. It's not the imaginary friend that comes to play when you enchant yourself to the magical kingdom. A kid's best friend is a toy.

Naturally, my Power Rangers was my best friends. I had every single one of them and we had the best adventures ever. Escaping from the evil alien lords that came to invest their lair down in the mountains, running away after they have been destroyed or just having a fun day by the man-made block of ice.

My farm animals and pack of wild dogs also came to visit them frequently. And how can I even forget about those army men and tanks and race cars that held their weekly races in the corridor of my house to my mothers dismay. And the huge teddy bear I had since I've been 2 that was the evil lord "Snuggles" that loomed down on them from my closet.

Yes. I had the most wild imagination when I was little. For hours and hours I would retreat to my room or the back yard and just play my heart out. Whether I just had the most awefull  fight with my mother or whoever in the family, my toys were always there, waiting to be my safety net as I jumped into a intense session of playtime. They were my friends, my family, my roomies.

Finally, after 13 years, I had to pack my toys away in bags that would be donated to pre-schools. I remember that afternoon so well.

My mom called me to my room where she was now standing with three black bags and waiting for me - no smile, just a serious glimpse. "It's time I made space in your room. The chest with all your toys. It's gotta go." I didn't like this at all. "Is it really necessary?" Needless to say. She won and I had to clear the chest out. The whole process took 3 hours. I sat there and remembered every adventure I had with them. I didn't say goodbye. After three hours my mom got into my room. She saw only two bags and began howling at me. When she finished I revealed the third bag. "I want you to keep it. If my sister or brother gets kids I want them to play with these toys. Don't look inside. Just keep it locked away."

In that bag the Power Rangers were probably waiting for 4 years till my sister's oldest child, Deané got a chance to play with them. When she came to stay at grandma, she had adventures with them. But I think they miss the imagination that I had.

Toys are kids best friends. Not other kids.