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What alarm clock, every morning the same thing. Bouhouu in colder it is, they could leave some heat for us tonight.
Around me is agitation: merchant, cashier, cleaning lady was busy cleaning, tidying, unpacking. Eho me too I will need to be developed.
10:00 Opening doors. It is far from the crowded months of Christmas. Only two grandmothers and a young mother with her toddler through the doors. After a quick glance cost a young boy spotted me. It's a bit normal I'm at the checkout, number one in sales. I sold almost everything alone. It does not leave me eyes, I covet, appreciate me, I desire. Unlike others he takes the trouble to take a look at the cost of my box. I love this little. He read my options, my equipment, as and when his face lights up and I get to glimpse the worlds in which they want to train play. Her mother he then takes the stick and gently pulls him in another department, the extirpation of its dreams of children. Goodbye little boy!
few days later, the crowd Saturday afternoon, I see my little man at least I think I recognize his eyes. But it has changed it seems more determined, said. This time, without any hesitation, he heads straight for me. Behind my window I watch the plastic, with its big brown eyes. For his part he made them well, he watches me, raises many questions. Again his mother come get him out of his childhood dreams and leaves me alone in my plastic bubble. But This time though, it will not make weapons as easily as last time. I am not, he cries, he cries, stomp up to his mother gives him a crack and whipped. Poor kid!
Months passed and I never saw the little kid with brown eyes. Many others have gone before me, but I'm always remained faithful to him hoping that he will return sooner or later get me. Now I'm back to the radius of the''good business''. All my friends have been purchased. So I made myself a reason, one day, a salesman took me and brought me a beautiful mom and especially my little boy was with her.
Today everything is black around me. More click, click click morning, more agitation, more adventure, either. Ho I do not complain, I had happy moments: I was now leader of the pirates, helicopter pilot and a firefighter. I've traveled across continents and all seas. Unfortunately another toy replaced me, after 3 weeks. I landed cost in the toy box, alone with others.
The night I fear that the day is lip because nobody want to play with me. I have even been deprived of my batteries, history no longer hear me cry in the dark.
A story written by me, to tell you my life as a metaphor.
What alarm clock, every morning the same thing. Bouhouu in colder it is, they could leave some heat for us tonight.
Around me is agitation: merchant, cashier, cleaning lady was busy cleaning, tidying, unpacking. Eho me too I will need to be developed.
10:00 Opening doors. It is far from the crowded months of Christmas. Only two grandmothers and a young mother with her toddler through the doors. After a quick glance cost a young boy spotted me. It's a bit normal I'm at the checkout, number one in sales. I sold almost everything alone. It does not leave me eyes, I covet, appreciate me, I desire. Unlike others he takes the trouble to take a look at the cost of my box. I love this little. He read my options, my equipment, as and when his face lights up and I get to glimpse the worlds in which they want to train play. Her mother he then takes the stick and gently pulls him in another department, the extirpation of its dreams of children. Goodbye little boy!
few days later, the crowd Saturday afternoon, I see my little man at least I think I recognize his eyes. But it has changed it seems more determined, said. This time, without any hesitation, he heads straight for me. Behind my window I watch the plastic, with its big brown eyes. For his part he made them well, he watches me, raises many questions. Again his mother come get him out of his childhood dreams and leaves me alone in my plastic bubble. But This time though, it will not make weapons as easily as last time. I am not, he cries, he cries, stomp up to his mother gives him a crack and whipped. Poor kid!
Months passed and I never saw the little kid with brown eyes. Many others have gone before me, but I'm always remained faithful to him hoping that he will return sooner or later get me. Now I'm back to the radius of the''good business''. All my friends have been purchased. So I made myself a reason, one day, a salesman took me and brought me a beautiful mom and especially my little boy was with her.
Today everything is black around me. More click, click click morning, more agitation, more adventure, either. Ho I do not complain, I had happy moments: I was now leader of the pirates, helicopter pilot and a firefighter. I've traveled across continents and all seas. Unfortunately another toy replaced me, after 3 weeks. I landed cost in the toy box, alone with others.
The night I fear that the day is lip because nobody want to play with me. I have even been deprived of my batteries, history no longer hear me cry in the dark.
A story written by me, to tell you my life as a metaphor.
"Nobody ever becomes truly adult. The child that we were is still there alive and well, deep within us. Over time we believe grandire but the maturity is a delusion, an obstacle to free our soul of a child. "
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