When I was maybe five or six years old, I had something unfairly taken from me. At least, that's how I remember it.
I was on vacation in Michigan with my parents and some family friends. We'd stopped at a small farm to buy some fruit and vegetables. In addition to produce, the farm also had a few knick-knacks for sale, including a ceramic Siamese cat with a hole in its back. Apparently it was a planter or something, but at the time I didn't know that - I just knew I liked it.
One of the other kids saw me holding it, and demanded that she get the ceramic cat because she had seen it first. It was obviously a lie, but the adults sided with the other kid and made me give it to her. I was extremely upset. In an effort to placate me, the adults found another ceramic planter for me... a rooster. I didn't want the rooster. I wanted that stupid Siamese cat.
I have literally been bitter about this for over twenty years. I'm sure the girl that stole that ceramic cat out of my hands doesn't remember doing it, and probably doesn't even have the cat anymore. Who knows - maybe if I'd gotten the cat, I would have broken it or lost it too.
This past weekend, I went to Sioux Falls, South Dakota with my friend Aryn for a dog show. On Saturday, Aryn's mom and aunt came with us so we could all go to a craft fair and get some shopping done. Before we went home, we went to a few antique stores.
... and there it was.
Or, most likely, a ceramic cat just like the one that was stolen from me two decades ago. Five bucks. I bought that ceramic cat, and it's sitting on my dining room table right now. I have no idea what I'm going to do with it, but the important thing is that it's mine.