I’m convinced there’s an abyss out there that holds all the un-mated socks, all the broken toys, all the lost puzzle pieces, and a countless number of blocks or Legos, matchbox cars, and body parts to Barbies who are left sitting in the bottom of a toy chest armless, headless or legless.
An abyss exists, I’m sure of it. In this place they will find pieces from my own childhood. I always lost the “little people” from my little play sets. You know the ones I’m talking about from the 70s and 80s – the farm, the house, the gas station with the rolly-polly people. I had a knack for losing the people, which made playing with the little plastic house boring. My mom would buy more little people that I would surely lose. It was a never-ending cycle until I reached an age where I didn’t want to play with a plastic gas station. I wonder if the abyss has the Charlie McCarthy doll that my brothers had. If I remember correctly, one of my brothers (probably Mike) fed it French fries.
In this abyss you will find toys from all over the world, because I’m sure that American kids aren’t the only ones losing toys. Well, American kids are probably responsible for, let’s say, oh, 95% of the lost toys thrown into the abyss. We are a spoiled lot, aren’t we?
As for the lost puzzle pieces, I would like one piece back in particular. For years, I’ve been moving around a certain Where’s Waldo puzzle that I received as a gift from my dad (thanks!). I like putting puzzles together and as I tried with this one, I noticed a particular piece missing. It’s a piece with Waldo wearing a red and white striped shirt. I realize that you may think I’m crazy for keeping a maimed puzzle for all these years, but there’s something oddly comforting about having a puzzle that isn’t quite all there. It’s almost like a mystery.
Or maybe I’m keeping it because I want to torture my kids someday by having them try to put it together. It will drive you mad. Insane. Crazy. All the little Waldos blend together to drive you absolutely nuts, since mine is a puzzle of a bunch of Waldos running around. Missing piece or not, the kids need to be challenged.
Off to the land of misfit toys I go. I hope I don't get lost. Maybe I'll find Waldo and he'll show me the way home. Perhaps I'll find the match to my favorite pair of socks. One can only hope.
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One day, we may exist digitally, as ourselves, but as personalities belonging in a digital world. Everything in our reality will me made visible by the computerization of absolutely everything, and all you have to do to find your missing puzzle piece is run a Google search in space.
A crazy idea, I know. I think I need to go to bed.
Michael.
Do you hate it too?
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