one of my favorite toys used to be a language master- this thing that you could play games on, look up words, etc

it was the first time a toy broke without my help- so it ran out of batteries, and despite changing them, the toy wouldn't work- I think at the time I probably thought, well, I didn't do anything to it, of course it wworks- and I became a very upset, violent little girl

as strange as it sounds, it was my first real sense of loss. I was small, and I thought the only way toys could break is if I myself broke them

seeing something break without me doing anything felt... weird

I know now, but this was years and years ago