Preservation vs. Decay, Part Two: The Subtle Art of Recapturing Your Childhood
I can't stop myself from browsing eBay to try to find the bath time puppy toy with the fluffy plush ears that I used to play with every day when I was a kid. I stupidly sold him at a garage sale when I was older so that I could earn some makeup money. I needed white eyeliner more than I needed him at the time because white eyeliner was more aligned with the goals of a teenager. I keep trying to find the puppy on eBay, but it's been so difficult to find because I don't know what he was originally called, and I only have that vague picture of him in my mind… I search eBay for “plush plastic puppy vintage bath toy,” but nothing looks right. I click on some of the listings anyway. As I scroll through the photographs of damage, paint rubs, and stray marks in each listing, I wonder if I even really want some filthy old puppy toy full of other kid’s bath time grime? I would be more comfortable with my own childhood grime, of course, but the likelihood of finding my actual puppy to...
