My cardboard box

How many toys, what kind of toys, how many computer games, how many special trips, how much television, or how many new toys does a child need? All these questions seem to be constant in the minds of all parents today who needed to count my cardboard box.

You see, when I was a kid, I didn't have all these new toys that all those advertisers tell parents today that they need. In fact, my parents probably wouldn't have been able to afford it anyway because it was quite expensive to take ข่าวมวย. Now don't get me wrong. We always had a lot to eat, we always had clean clothes, although some were inherited, and we were always attended by a doctor when necessary.

Nowadays a lot of time is spent talking about children's play and I think that some of the most advantageous games involve the simplest things. And, one of those great pasts, for me, was a cardboard box, a large cardboard box. Well, the truth is that I had an advantage over many other children at that time in my neighborhood because my father received shipments of goods in large cardboard boxes. These boxes were so big that you could fit six children in a box with room to spare. Not that my father ever did that, of course. Well, not all the time.

So what is special about my cardboard box? Nothing really, unless this box takes you to places unreachable by modern man (or a child in this case), or creates a rewarding career, or provides protection against the forces of evil. Impossible, you say. Not so.

You may not know, unless I tell you, that I've been to cardboard box castles so large that you can get lost for days exploring every room, climbing thousands of stairs, walking on damp floors, crawling through secret passageways, and shooting flaming arrows. from the walls of heaven.

Or did you know that I had an early career as a newscaster and meteorologist in my cardboard box? I thought no. In fact, after I was hired as a news anchor (translation: I cut a square opening in one side of my box that is the size of a television), I had to write all my own news scripts and weather reports for each day. Making sure the news was appropriate for my audience (anyone in earshot, or right in front of those television cameras, must have had cameras at the time, right?)

And how about that fort that protected me from cannonballs, arrows, and hauntingly terrifying creatures of the night? No problem. I closed the steel doors, bolted the windows, and retired to my secret fortified room. It could last for months (at least a couple hours before Mom called me for dinner) with my food (I love the soda and homemade cookies I stole from Mom's cookie jar) and lots of water (I hope Mom doesn't pour you miss your favorite kettle) so you can easily make all the tea you want.