When I was 6, I had a toy car. I drove it round my house like a real car, fetching my “friends” around. By 8, my childhood merc shrunk and my head kept hitting the roof, so we played roller chairs instead. My dear fluffy animals, you were my best friends then, but mom chose to send you all away. Oh what fun we had as kids. But despite all the toys in the world, people grew to play with something else. Guess what?