From another of my good friend M., who's been going under a different name--at least in the social networks--for the longest time since I can remember.
The only toy I remember is a matchbox car which I really like.
Mommy and Papang gave it to me when I was about 4 years old. It is white in color, and I still remember that it is a replica of a box-type Toyota car back in the 80's. You know how Matchbox toys are back in the days when quality matters--they really last. It's body is pure metal. If someone throws it to you, you'd sure get a bruise where the car would hit you. The only plastic in that toy are the wheels. In short, Mommy and Papang picked the toy because they know that it would last years.
I lost that toy when I was in Grade III. My family moves a lot; probably that Matchbox toy I have was lost--I just don't know when--when we moved.
I guess I am fixated to that toy car because we aren't rich and all I wanted at that time is to be rich. Having a car is a status symbol. Unfortunately, along with the lost toy car, I guess I've missed on a couple of lucks because until now, at 29 years old, I still don't have a car.
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Obviously, we can't post a pic of him and his lost Matchbox. (We're going to need a live one in the succeeding posts.) But thanks all the same, M! May you have a real life-sized car this coming year.
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