When I say toys I’m talking about childhood toys. If your mind immediately went to sex toys you are a bad person and should be ashamed of yourself.
Anyway, I’m talking about the toys of my childhood- the ones that I cannot bear to throw away because I get a distinct little stomachy squeezy feeling whenever I think about them. In fact, I find it baffling that people could ever get rid of old toys; you see all the time on books and on TV that children, once they reach a certain age, feel that their toys are uncool and either throw them away or give them away. I suppose giving them away is rather benevolent so I can't really fault it, but I cannot understand what goes through someone’s mind when they distance themselves from such a distinct part of their childhood. To me, it is akin to giving away part of your soul.
I am probably one of the least spiritual/religious and most logical, reasonable people you will ever meet. The furthest I would ever go would be to say that humans may one day in the distant future develop telekinetic powers, (at least I hope they will!) but I’ll talk about that some other time. The one part of me that is completely illogical and irrational is apparent when I am around soft toys.
You see, I know that objects cannot have consciousness. I KNOW that, but I also know with sheer certainty that my soft toys have developed consciousness because of the love that I have given them. With every game that I played with them, with every characteristic I have decided that they possessed, they have become more and more alive. They may just be lumps of stuffing and material to everyone else, but to me, they are my best friends. They’ve certainly been closer to me than most humans have. If I ever lost Duck, for example, (Duck is a duck that I got for my first birthday) I would be so crestfallen that I don’t know what I’d do with myself. I love Duck more than almost everyone in the world, but I’m so scared about damaging her (she is very old now) that I avoid cuddling and touching her excessively, instead just talking to her and letting her watch over me. This is a little sad because toys are meant to be cuddled.