If you were a toy, what would you be?

What an interesting and thought-provoking activity! I read this thread last night just before going to bed, and then I lay in bed thinking about it. A toy is something that somebody sees and uses (I don't mean "uses" in a bad way - toys are loved and protected!), so in a way the question could be about how other people see us... which is something I'm not very good at knowing, but I've been told that I obsess way too much about it. If I were to guess, I'd think that I would be some sort of educational toy, the kind that normal kids thought were really boring Definitely not anything shiny, and not a doll - I never liked dolls as a child.

Then this morning something else struck me. I bought Enya's Christmas album in December and listened a lot to it over Christmas, to one of the songs in particular. It's called "One Toy Soldier", and I've been thinking that I mostly just liked the rhythm and the harmonies... but now I've suddenly realised that the text actually really speaks to me, as well. I found it on Youtube and sat listening to it a quarter of an hour ago, and actually started crying (which is OK, because I'm at home and on my own.) The song is about a broken toy soldier who worries because he needs to beat his drum, and he's unable to mend it himself. In the last verse, the drum is fixed and he can beat it with pride. The song is (YouTube link) and the lyrics here.

So, yeah, a broken toy drummer, that's me. Nowhere near the stage where I can beat my drum proudly - not yet.

[edited to add] This may have come out as if I'm waiting for somebody to come along and magically "fix" me without me having to do anything myself. That wasn't what I meant.

chainsaw teddy...rofl

I used to be a jack in the box, then I became a weeble. Lately, a sit and spin.

I used to play with (and still like ) Legos. I have a bin of Legos that I bought when T2 wanted me to do inner child work which involved playing with toys. I don't know if I'm a Lego; maybe I'm a Lego "kit" that isn't put together properly and T is breaking me down and helping me put myself back together the right way.

Now that I think about it, it's exactly what I am!

I'm loving all your replies, thank you

Good analogy, Chopin! I liked lego too, but I don't think I ever had a full kit... wait..

My stepsons use to get taken to Toys R Us for a "reward" when they got A's on their report cards. My youngest one and I use to look through catalogs I'd get 10-15 years ago, both of us "grown up" and remember what we wanted as kids and what we'd still like now (zip lines in the back yard :-) and I still remember the first time I went into a Toys R Us alone as an adult for some reason, to get a present for a niece/nephew or grandchild, etc. and realized I could afford to buy anything in the store I wanted. . . and that I didn't want anything.

I guess I was a bicycle with training wheels, you know how the training wheels get all cockeyed and bent over time and eventually you are having more trouble with them being on there then off so your father takes them off and runs behind you and. . . you're riding on your own. Very like therapy for me.