Today marks my 28th birthday, and soon it will be the 3rd anniversary of my working life. Time sure files, and I am proud to say I am fairly content with my current life, but that may be because I do not have very high expectations in life. Toys make up a big part of my life, and most toys are neither the most difficult nor the most expensive items to have. I do have a simple dream not fulfilled, and that is to have my own house with a room dedicated to displaying my toys.
The last couple of months got me thinking; what makes me happy? My answer is playing like a child. There is no doubt I progressed in life and maybe matured a little, but I never lived out of my childhood. The main reason I collect toys is to relive the moments I had playing with toys as a child. However, it does not feel right to pick up a couple of toys and go on an adventure with them any more. Growing up is a pain, is it not?
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