For every toy that accompanies you, you may not know the date they were made, but you can assume that when you decide to take it home, that day is its birthday.

Will our daily life, their daily life, be like in a movie?

Like Andy?

Once you leave the room every day, in the box, in the drawer, under the bed, toys large and small, are endowed with life, joy, sorrow, love and hatred. Every year on Andy's birthday, or Christmas, he receives various gifts. Then, the room secretly opened the party members, and as a result, became more and more numerous.

So, Mr. Eggman later met the Eggman woman, and the two of them got married and gave birth to a little Egghead. Then, Woody, who was favored by Andy, met, and met Buzz Lightyear, a rival in love, and the two killed each other and turned into love.

No matter who appeared later, the only thing that didn't want to be wiped off was Andy's name written on them.

However, the road turned a corner. Andy is grown up and going to college. A box full of toys was made to get back home by Woody and Buzz Lightyear, but it was the sad news that he learned.

……

They were finally given to the little girl in the neighborhood.

So it came to an end, which is actually an ellipsis......

I don't think it's entirely fake, imaginary. We can feel it, and so do they! Moreover, it tells us that every child who has a childhood, toys are not, buy them home and play tricks on them, satisfy their unfulfilled "wishes", and it is not to play with them, and they can throw them away at will. Because they can also be sad, they can be sad, and they can be angry. Their tears are often left in their stomachs!

When I was 10 years old, my mother gave me a big pink mouse, which stayed with me and moved with me. His color is now the color I hate the most, however, I never say anything about hate. Because, afraid of being heard by it.

There are a lot of toys in the house, such as a half-human tall Snoopy, a Xiaomi Fei, a gorilla hanging on the wall, reindeer, a white pug, and a lot of small clay figures...... When the temper comes, pick up the pillow to vent, and never one of them. Once, I didn't sleep well at night, and it felt like it was staring at me all the time.

No matter whether it's cold or hot, I like to sleep with them, so I bathe them a lot of times, and I will never let my father and mother wash them.

Even if you are called naïve, you will be happy.

What they gave me was the most affectionate confession!