Yes Amity, that little lost toy gun still haunts me. I was duped out of it by a smarter kid at the playground. I remember my father's kindly advice that night to let it go and save up a dollar for a new one. A dollar then was like ten dollars today. But the sting of being tricked still keeps me wary of scams.
Wow. This takes my breath away.
ReplyDeletesounds horrific...:)
ReplyDeleteTau, did you really have one like that which continues to haunt you?
Yes Amity, that little lost toy gun still haunts me. I was duped out of it by a smarter kid at the playground. I remember my father's kindly advice that night to let it go and save up a dollar for a new one. A dollar then was like ten dollars today. But the sting of being tricked still keeps me wary of scams.
ReplyDeletePoignant!
ReplyDeleteI had a cap gun too. Your work illicits memories of "cowboys and indians". A very nice visual for me.
ReplyDeleteLoved this, reminds me of some of my cherished things I no longer have, but long for.
ReplyDeleteWow! I was just thinking about mine the other day. I didn't trade mine away, it just slipped its traces and left. Neat work.
ReplyDeleteThis one made me laugh. With me, it was a toy sewing machine, that did not make the move with my family.
ReplyDeleteI know how this feels exactly! Wonderfully constructed.
ReplyDeleteWow this is wonderful. My three sons had them and hid them in the yard. I think buried them.
ReplyDeletelove, Melanie
neither here nor there, these lost objects and our longing. your word leave an imprint.
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