On Childhood

When I was in preschool, we went on a field trip to mini-golf. There was an arcade there. I only got four tickets, which could buy me this little orange plastic soldier guy who didn't do anything. I was so disappointed, when I was on the bus I threw him away. Later, I came home, and I realized how sad he must be, and how I could never get him back. Filled with regret and remorse, I went into my closet with all my stuffed animals and I cried. My dad found me and I don't remember what he said to make me feel better.