My niece is three years old and owns toys that are already packed in sacks. Things like flying in the sky, running on the ground, big babies, and small cars. However, after playing it a few times, they are basically missing necks and legs.

Mom sighed at the pile of wreckage and said: The total number of games you played when you were a child is not one-third.

That's true, but when I recall that when I was a child, although I couldn't compare with children today, I felt like I had many things to play with, such as small cars, small boats, small pistols, and luminous watches that I thought were very rare at the time. There are still a few things I have left: a small airplane pin sent by a civil aviation company when my father was on a business trip. One was a pagoda-shaped thermometer. Because I was curious about how the thermometer would move up and down, I lit a match underneath, so I tested the needle like this, leaving only the pagoda.

However, the one I remember most is a small bus toy. I still remember that it was a car that would move forward automatically and automatically retreat and turn corners when it hit a wall.

He must have been five years old at the time. He loved it so much that he would run around as soon as he got it. Unfortunately, I had only spent one night on my hands, and because one of my father's friends 'children also liked it, my father brutally gave it away as a favor. I am resentful! I haven't thought about it for a long time!

Speaking of which, this incident has really hurt me deeply, and it has deeply damaged my young soul (5555!). Even now, I can still clearly remember the situation at that time. I am proud that I have strong psychological endurance (self-praise) and I have not run away from home or commit suicide like today's children.

In fact, if you think about it on the other hand, if it has been in my hands, you will end up in the garbage dump.

Therefore, a typical case emerged: "Only what is lost will be felt the most precious."