I ask only for the strength to defend my people.

Reminiscing
( 2004-02-07 @ 9:45 p.m. )

Hello All!

This probably won’t be a terribly long entry; I am exhausted to say the least. I tried to update last night but both D-Land and Sign My G-Book were being complete whores!

Firstly I want to plug My Sister Laure for the brilliant Christmas gift. She sent me a gorgeous handmade elven rune necklace AND these AWESOME looking handmade Slytherin snake earrings! YAY! Really, she is so talented, and I love my gifties!

And then to My Sister Lorelai for the nifty bracelet she made and sent me!

Everyone who was expecting letters from me, they have been sent…..that’s a lot of you so keep a eye out!

Also, please go give my favorite person and my Punk Rock Butterfly Beckers some love ok? She is having a hard time of it, and she really needs her sisters right now! Beckers, you know how special you are to me….I love you muchly!

Anyways, on to my entry.

Isn’t it funny how things change when you grow older? Your priorities and the things you love.

The real question here is how much of it changed because you changed and how much of it changed because people told you to?

Like take for example me. I had 5 huge boxes full of my little ponies. I loved them dearly, and still did when we moved at age 16 they came with me…..but then they got stolen.

”Good” I was told. “You needed to grow up anyway.”

So I solemnly gave them up as a loss and moved on. I couldn’t quite forget them though, Peppermint Crunch my favorite pony, my baby ponies…….even my precious fairy tail birds.

I was told they were childish however, so I remained silent.

I was going into high school and who wanted to seem childish?

I missed them however. Strangely enough, years later when I was 19 or so I met a old childhood friend of mine named Sara. We had both changed, but many nights of fun and giggling ensued anyway.

Being around a childhood friend brought back childhood memories, one especially of one of my favorite toys that I was pretty sure had been spared from being stolen. One of my fairy tail birds, Twilight Tails.

So I was on a mission, I tore my room apart, I tore my closet apart……..nothing.

Then, at the bottom of one of those huge Tupperware containers we use to store our dreams in when we get older I saw tell tale streaks of red and blue hair.

I threw everything out until I procured her, a bit dirty, and rather miffed at being abandoned but happy to be out.

And since then she hasn’t been in another box once.

Anyways, so yes, that got me started slowly buying back some of my old toys….I have a very impressive collection of Fairy Tails now way more than I ever had when I was a kid, but still the ones I bought back first? You got it, the ones I remember from having when I was a kid…..same thing with ponies, sure I have some I didn’t have but my collection is mostly ponies I once knew and loved!

Hell, I am still a collector, look at my LOTR action figures collection! Do you think I do it because they will increase in value? MOST CERTAINLY NOT! Even though I am told it’s childish….I collect them for the love of doing it.

I remember all the toys that brought me joy when I was a kid, my ponies, my fairy tail birds, Rainbow Brite, my Jem dolls, Strawberry Shortcake, and the ones I really miss, my Rose Petal Place dolls……

I understand that sometimes as we grow older and our priorities do change, but sit back and ask yourself, how many of them changed because of you? If you simply didn’t like the toys or childhood things anymore good….but if that isn’t the case then it was most likely because someone told you it was silly.

And you believed them, just like I did.

Think back….what did you collect, what was your favorite toy? You can answer those questions in my g-book because I am curious. But also answer them to yourself. Maybe a particular Barbie doll? Maybe a Pony, or a Fashion Star Fillie? Perhaps Rainbow Brite or Lady LovleyLocks?

Good, can you remember what it was? Now do yourself a huge favor….go on e-bay, or some toy trading sites and GET THOSE TOYS BACK! At least one of them, the one you remember most, that brought you so much joy……trust me when the toy comes to you, and you open it, it will be just like being a kid again.

So this sounds like a entry about toys, or me reminiscing but really what I am getting at is don’t let anyone tell you something you love is childish and convince you to throw it away. Sometimes silly materialistic items such as a toy, or a doll can mean more than most people think!

Allright, that’s enough out of me!

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