All of the things inside the toybox have their own story, their own adventures and individual histories. The child knows what each is and the importance each has. Yes, there are favorites, and there is one that will always be the first to be rescued in the event of some catastrophe.
Even though parents say they do not have a favorite child. Trust me, they do. Just as a coach has a favorite player and a teacher a pet student. It’s how humans are. We can’t help it. There exists a magnetic field we cannot see, but it is there and it is strong. It holds the favorite in place, no matter the distance or disruptions. Look at it as an invisible bond. The strength of which is no less between the child and their toy, than the parent and their offspring.
It is only through the passage of time that the bond between child and toy become lessened. As the child grows and interests change, the bond dissolves, although memories of the relationship remain for some time.
Imagine, if you will,
a child’s favorite toy comes to an untimely end. There is a funeral. Little pals and chums show up with casseroles
and speak in hushed tones. Some authority
figure says a few words over the coffin and everyone heads off, single file,
into the backyard for the burial.
My question to you is;
inside the coffin, pillow or no pillow?
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