May heralds the warm weather, and with spring-cleaning comes yard sales. When Father Rabbit announced after lunch that there was a brocante in the next village, the Ninja Turtle, GodzillaPin and his cousin decided to take a look. Of course, there was the standard fare – children’s toys, leather-bound books, copper pots and too many sets of dining ware.
Then again, there are certain items that took them quite by surprise. Like this:
After an hour of strolling and browsing, the Ninja Turtle and GodzillaPin came away with two mugs. While walking past a stall where an impressive box of phone cards were for sale, the Ninja Turtle lingered. The collection of phone cards was impressive – the owner must have been making long-distance calls from a phone box daily to accumulate about 300 of them – but it was the box itself that the Ninja Turtle was impressed by.
The lady made an offer to sell it for 50c, and perhaps it was the combination of sunstroke, fatigue and looking at too much junk, but the Ninja Turtle thought it was a great bargain. The woman emptied out the impressive stack of cards, and handed over the box in return for the best 50c the Turtle has spent. She then found herself trying to justify the purchase to everyone, feeling only slightly ridiculous in retrospect.
Thing is, items are only just items until you find some meaning and value in it. To others, it was a rusting metal box, without the sweets. To the Ninja Turtle, it is the memory of many a childhood Christmas spent with relatives, wherein there always would be a box of Quality Streets involved.
The shiny colourful wrappers, the delightful treat within, and back in the days when we were limited to “only one, maybe two if you’re good” (as opposed to being an irresponsible adult and eating 20 at once only to feel quite sick after).
The memory of taking the time to choose carefully which colour or flavour meant the most to you at that moment, with the knowledge that you may regret your choice five minutes later and hoping your cousins/siblings loved you enough to swap sweeties with you if you decide to change your mind. Ah, the joys of Christmas.
The memories are priceless, but apparently, they can be re-lived for 50c. This is reason enough for the Ninja Turtle to skip away happily, rusting box in hand.
And if that’s not reason enough, well… the box will become an antique in another 25 years.