when i was a kid, i had a set of tiny plastic cups that i adored. there were maybe five in total, all painted a drab palette of browns, greens, and purples. they weren’t particularly pretty. but that didn’t matter to me. in my mind, they weren’t just cups. they were bulldozers and dump trucks, space shuttles and warships. sometimes they were kettles filled with a witch’s brew. those dingy things became whatever my imagination desired.
This made me tear up. I’ve been remembering a lot recently. Thanks for helping me put those things into perspective.