As a child, the most joyous times were sat on a carpeted floor, surrounded by all the toys that I had accumulated over the years. Old favourites, new soon-to-be favourites, and my friends toys if they had come round to join in.

I came home from school one day and found my parents had donated all my toys to my cousins (of a younger age). I remember that day very very vividly and I've always suspected that that moment had a very profound affect on me... And I've just been talking to my friend about how I enjoy jamming the most when I'm on the floor, surrounded by all my toys! That parallel has cemented my suspicion. It's so comforting to realise, those toys have remained with me all those years I thought they'd gone.

Lets grow young.

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