When I was little, even up to ten years, my dad bought me a lot of toys on a whim, so much they're still littered about at home standing the test of time.
If I compared all the toys we all received each as siblings, I'd say it wasn't exactly a fair fight. I do remember my elder sister's scary doll because of how hard the head was. I wonder what the manufacturers were thinking.
👷: Uh hey, you seen any bullet proof sphere? I swear I left it over there...
🧑🏭: Ahem... No? Haha (oops...)
And that one remote controller car of my elder brother. Aside those, I hoarded quite the number, about twenty I can still remember what they looked like. But just as much as I had, I also lost quite a few which is still a mystery to me and some to the whole family.
I've come up with severally reasons as to why and how over the years, and the closest was maybe a robin hood situation since the Robin (Ahem... Mom) probably thought I wouldn't notice.
🙎🏽♂️: Mom, have you seen my toy no. 5743...
👩🏽💼: N-No honey! [Even as his mother, his greed sickens me...]
But I'm not the only one who looses their stuff to situations they still can't explain and even, everyone in my family has a strange story to tell.
Starting off with my Dad, he doesn't exactly loose his stuff, an equal opposite to my mom. But he did take responsibility for one of the dog toys he got me that vanished in the dawn of the night, as we arrived at my village.
It's been much over a decade, yet he still draws suspect lists and speculates how it was taken. He did value that toy dog to be honest, which is why at least I'm glad it wasn't my responsibility to bear the loss.
With the more recent one, I had broke my brothers headset on the last night before he traveled and telling him was an absolute no and non negotiable. So...
🙎🏽♂️: Big bro, that your headsets so nice, let me buy it off you?
👩🏽🦲: Aw man... I'm not sure I wanna sell
🙎🏽♂️: c'mon, you don't use it anyway, I'll give you same price, right now if you agree.
👩🏽🦲: hmmmm... I don't know...
I bought it off him without him seeing it anymore. Surprisingly, he sold it at the price he bought it, and I even gave him my ear pod as a bonus for buying it off him, a decision that felt strange to him, but I was that desperate to transfer ownership to myself.
So when he found out a little later about it, he couldn't utter a word. Walking out the room while clutching the money he had already taken, and the earpod he was already using with a dark face, having figured it all out. Phewww.
My elder sister biggest loss is still that one new phone from my dad that was probably snatched up in the local market with no explanation how or when.
I didn't know how, even though I remember we walked in quite the defensive formation with it on her back pocket, she still somehow got pickpocketed.
My mom like I said is quite the opposite to my dad, she has lost a number of phones, atms, and clothing accessories she had. It's almost like they grow legs to run from her, which to me seems pretty fair.
As for me? It was infact a phone too, and I was simply oblivious to my new environment, an experience that turned me a survivor from then on.
But when I have to think about how creative I might have lost my stuff, and the situation that might've permitted, I can't help but be impressed.