Kid Memories
A slightly melodramatic memory from my childhood.
By Raphael FontenellePublished 6 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Brian Wangenheim on Unsplash
The day that I lost most of my joy,
Was when you threw my favorite toy.
Snatched harshly from my hand,
Thrown rudely in a garbage can.
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We were out together as a family,
Playing just oh so happily.
My stuffed animal snatched away,
Disposed of cruelly that day.
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We were all only playing,
None of us were misbehaving.
But somehow this made you mad,
I hate you so much step-dad.
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Raphael Fontenelle
Horror movie fan trying to write decent horror.
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Comments (5)
Unbelievable—what kind of cruelty leads someone to discard a child’s cherished toy? Ah. The stepdad. But you’ve transformed that pain into art, alchemizing memory into poetry—sharp, rhythmic, victorious. That’s true reclamation. (One day, perhaps a replacement plush… hurled with poetic justice. Hypothetically.) Jokes aside, I hope this brought a smirk. Wishing you lightness today. ❤️
I have a few memories like this myself. They never feel any less painful than the day they occurred. I am sorry a trusted adult let you down like this, and failed to see what that toy meant to you.
How rude! Wrong on every level. So sorry. 😣
Middle fingers up at this stupid man. Throw him in the trash can instead. 🫂
Oh my. Who would be so sick to throw your toy in the garbage can. Ohh, it was the stepdad. Turning our pain, especially memories from childhood into poetry. Using it as a way to be creative, and to sort through the feelings, can be therapeutic. And you've won, because the rhythm and rhymes have been masterfully crafted. Maybe some day you can replace that stuffed animal, and throw it at him lol. Don't listen to me, I am a terrible influence. With that being said, I hope it made you laugh. Hope your day is going well too ❤️