As a child with a fertile
imagination, my toys were precious to me. They were the totems I used to
encourage my day dreams and often times lead my mind in new directions.
While
not every toy was precious, even an average toy would become very important to
me if it went missing. There were so many times that I emptied my entire toy
box, crawled under my bed, or scoured the outdoors searching for lost Ninja
Turtles. On more than one occasion I had to climb under the bleachers at a
basketball game after dropping a toy through the slits under the seats.
So
coming across this scene one night at a neighborhood park, I couldn't help but empathize with the former owner of these toys. I was there so many times. I
imagined the boy playing with these cars and getting distracted by something
cool and amazing and running off to get a closer look at it. Then he’s called in by a parent,
being told that it is time to go home and, in the rush, the once beloved
vehicles are accidentally abandoned.
I remember the worry that a child feels while searching for a favorite toy
and the startled shock when the realization hits that it is lost. If he is like me, he begged his
mom to go back and help him look. The inevitable conversation about
responsibility and taking care of ones toys is the only response the boy gets,
which while necessary does nothing to console a troubled heart.
Looking on in the moment, I
wondered if I could help, but what could I actually do? I had no idea who they
belonged to or how long they’d been left there. There was no lost and found. If
I took the toys, all I’d really be doing was stealing the one chance that the
kid will came back and find his toys right where he left them.
So I took
this picture, tossed up a short and honest prayer that they’d be found, and
moved on hoping that these lost toys would be found once again in the loving
arms of their previous owner.
I totally hear you on this one, I remember as a kid at the beach having a few toy cars, I loved playing with those and making sand roads and tunnels for them to go thru, vehicles were my favorite toys as a youth. I remember this one time where I had left my cars in one spot, left to go down by the water, on my way back up I could see another kid grab my toy car from afar, I ran to get it from him but it was too late, he had picked it up, gotten in his parents car and was heading out. I remember running right by their car to get them to stop but no such luck.
ReplyDeleteOn another occasion I had a pedal car, one that you sit in and petal around in, it has a steering wheel with a accordion style horn. I loved riding this around my parents house, I never took it out of the house, but one day I couldn't find it anymore, my parents say they never did anything with it but how do you lose something that big in a house? Still do this day I keep joking to myself that when I'm trying to find something in their buried junk closets that I might come upon this.