I didn’t grow up with toys because my mom hates a clustered home. Here’s a story of how I got this toy house – My mom and I visited her older friend’s (she refers to her as aunty because of the age gap) Store. This lady sells all kinds of toys. While leaving, I asked the lady, if I could pick a toy as we were walking to the second floor….. I know. The AUDACITY! poor lady, had no other choice than to say yes. I scanned round her shop and was thinking between a seesaw pony and this tent. I ended up choosing the tent. Believe it, they were all waiting on me and I took my time! My mom was honestly in disbelief. She looked at me like I was crazy. The sales lady carried the huge box to out car.

The toy ended up becoming a tourist attraction for kids in my neighborhood. They would often come to visit to play. I wonder how little I was seeing how small the tent is. I still fondly remember the smell of the balls and the experience I had playing by myself or with friends.

To this day my little brother, doesn’t have toys as well. I hate seeing toys littered around because I’m so use to seeing my home clean. We both turned out fine without toys.

Moral of the story, ask and you shall receive… what’s the worse that can happen? Nothing:)