I honestly can’t remember my exact age when during a Christmas Season’s I received a electric race car set for Christmas. I just know that when my father put it together and guided them with the remote control that I was ecstatic seeing the cars race against one another.
During my youth I never seen us as poor because we lived in a house and had a wooden stove for heat. Plus, a in door rest room and that was more than many could say in certain section, of our neighborhood.
But, the memories that is so relevant to stand out high is the way my father protected my race car set. Yes, my race car set that has rules and regulations center around playing with them. First, he hid it under the bed he and my mother shared which meant I wasn’t in any way going to violate that personal section of the house.
Like many parents bedroom most children are warned to keep, from entering unless it was important. And, you can figure it out that playing with the race car set wasn’t important until my father came home , from work. That was the most firm rule dealing with the toy set.
I was honestly told that I could only play with it when he was home and when we did play with it. I more, of a watcher than a participant although he purchased the race car set for me or, shall I correct myself Santa’s bought it to our house during Christmas early morning when I was asleep.
Reflecting back, from my adulthood and explaining the story to my spouse. Who laughed and proclaim I have some of the same habits sought of makes me laugh? Because, if truth be known I do act similar with my own children when I see a toy that gets my attention.
So, who says , a child doesn’t stay within them isn’t truly speaking, from an experience that brings a smile to their face?