Ah, kids...

[livnxxxl]

I can still remember staying at my Grandparents house one particular time of the many. My Grandma brought out a toy that was my Dad's. She gave it to me to play with. I played with it just like any young kid would not knowing what it really was at that time. I eventually ran it off the stair case onto the basement floor breaking it. When my Dad and Mom arrived to pick me up he had seen what had happened to HIS toy. He was not happy about the fact. Then again who of course would be? My Father never did discipline me for it as it was really more his Mom's fault for giving it to me to play with in the first place. Every since that time I had always felt bad about breaking my Dad's toy. I learned a valuable lesson myself by doing the unfortunate act. After that I had always taken really good care of all of my toys and I respect others things as well. As I became older I chalked it up as a learning experience. A lousy one because I had always felt bad about it deep inside. I did eventually make good on it though as I finally tracked down the toy from my memory bank and replaced it for my Dad by giving him a new one. The toy in question here ended up being an old Marx Military Truck with a cannon mount. The turret and cannon was what had broken when I jumped it off the top off the steps. What was I thinking back then? I know maybe it was Evil Knievel's fault. "Ah Kids" is a great title for this thread. I am just glad that I remembered enough about the toy from my child hood memory to be able to track it down and surprise my Dad with it later. Even though it was not his original he was still happy that I even cared enough to go to the trouble of finding it and replacing it for him. All is good in the Universe again.

[steelcouch]

When my daughter was six I had all my 12 inch joes in the living room on shelves that were high up. My collection grew beyond the shelves and started to trickle down onto the corner tables. One day I came home and noticed that one of my early joes was missing his very very hard to find in mint condition green cloth beret. I got really mad and started looking around to find nothing. Later on that day I calmed down and asked my wife if she had seen it around. She told me no but had my daughter clean up the living room. I guess it took about a week of the guilt and she finally fessed up to getting it. Apparently it looked really good on barbie and she decieded to play with it. That evening I found it stuck to the vacuum cleaner brush shred to bits. I wasnt mad anymore and relieved that I had some closure. To this day she never comes close to the figures even though now they are in a toy room in glass cases. I was really glad that she came out and faced the music. I know that must have been hard to do for a kid and she learned a lesson in telling the truth.