Childhood Memory

By Dasha, TIWP Student

Prince Buzz, from the royal bee family, looked out of his Magnet Tile palace to view the kingdom that he must one day rule. But out of all these beautifully constructed boxes, he was only concerned with one, the one where Banana Fox lived. 

Banana Fox, or as everybody called her, Bafox was one of the most hardworking Hatchimals in the kingdom, riding on a beautiful banana boat. She was the second oldest of eight, and with her older brother studying and her parents gone, she was the head of the house.  

Prince Buzz knew he could never be with her, since she was not of royal blood. Yet, he could not stop thinking of her every day, every hour, every minute…

This was one of the many stories eight-year-old me thought of with the new set of toys I had gotten for Christmas. I had just moved out of San Francisco, and had almost lost touch with all my friends, except for one who I would call once a week. Being stuck at home during the pandemic caused me to turn these simple, lifeless toys into magical stories. I would stay up at night thinking about these detailed plots that I could play out once I woke up. It was better than TV or books, and I occupied all my time with them, with these simple Christmas toys that inspired my creativity.

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