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LLS, thats too funny, played you like a striaght fool famWhen I was 7 or 8 I was on a trip to Canada with my family. We stopped in this sports memorabilia shop and I saw a single baseball card in the glass display that I really wanted. I was ready to cop right there except all my cash was back at home in my oversized plastic Coca-Cola bottle. I begged my parents to buy me the card, but they wouldn't budge. I was devastated. Poverty is no disgrace, but it is damned annoying. Later that day my parents took my sister and I to a public park to play on the playground. I was sulking on a park bench next to my parents while my sister played on the playground like a normal kid. All I could think about was this baseball card and how it eluded me. While looking down with despair into the playground birch chips, suddenly, hope emerged. I found a coin, then another, and another! I told my parents, "if I find enough change, I can go back and buy the baseball card!" They replied, "Sure, if you find enough we can go back." I continued to scour the birch chirps for any spare change I could find...and boy, I was doing well. There was spare change everywhere! I was collecting coins like Sonic collects rings in the Green Hill Zone. I was almost there, just needed to find a few more coins. However, I couldn't find any more coins. My sister became tired of the playground and asked my parents to leave. I insisted that we STAY. My parents said we had to leave. Like a bum three nickels short of an Olde English, my desperation grew. I found a couple more coins on the ground walking back to my parents car, but it wasn't enough. I never got that baseball card.
Years later, I recounted the story to my parents. My father burst out in laughter,"We were throwing our spare change on the ground for you to find when you weren't looking. We weren't going to take you back to buy that card though." It was all a joke to them, one big lie