My toy dinosaur was given to me right after I was born (as I was told), and it's been with me since then, it was then a very attractive toy and everyone under the age of 5 in my family wanted it, but yet I was the chosen one, I was kind of proud, hugging my dinosaur and showing them off to my under 5 relatives, they would look in envy at the coveted little toy which became my.
But that was then, if I ask my now under 13 relatives whether they wanted my toy, I be they would say:" Oh, it's okay, you can keep it," even if I ask everybody in the family, no one would want it. I don't blame them,who would want a now torn, ragged and smelly toy that was barely a shade of its "former glory".
I would want it though. Sometimes, I would also ask my friends why don't they throw away their old toys, they would then ask me the same question, for me, it's because I already have a bond with my dirty old dinosaur, built over a long time.
Weird, isn't it, a dirty old toy that doesn't catch your eye is actually the owner's treasure. These old toys have been actually become our buddies, sharing sadness and hapiness with me, when I'm upset, I would bury myself in the artificial fur of my old dinosaur, over a long time, my dinosaur becomes my confidante, so despite it being old and unwanted, by many, I would still want it, even though it smells of milk and other grosteque stuff and and has many gaping holes, becuse it has become my best friend
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