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The old, dull colored Fisher Price airplane is about to fall apart. What was once an intensely colored white, yellow and blue toy in the younger days of my childhood is now faded with gray streaks of oil from being stored in the garage for the past decade. The s ....

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.... them around my house. I grab the plane and hold it, remembering the good times I had with it. While moving my hand up the sides of it I can feel how aged it really is. The surface is cold, almost as if the airplane had been lonely the past thirteen years waiting for that little three-year old boy to hold it again. The exterior of the plane is as smooth a newborn baby except for a few deep scratches here and there. I place the plane back on the table and push it around a little bit for old time’s sake. The wheels make a grumbling sound as I push it back and forth in front of me. The thousands of landings it did while I was a young child to ....