Oh man, I feel ya there… it would have been one of those things you thought would be there forever, then BAM it’s gone… and you couldn’t even say goodbye! At least it didn’t take your art mojo with it!
Luckily! Man, that was close!
hahaha im sorry, but the cried yourself to sleep part was very funny
Looking back on it now, so do I! :)
Is it me or little Gabe here grows a bit with every cartoon? :3
Ha! Maybe, might be unconscious :)
Its like re-living my childhood! My crayons (in their crayon tub) were VERY important. Gabe, you never cease to amaze me at how relatable your comics are!
You had one too?! Wow! I thought I might have been alone on this one!
I used to have a crayon can! And it was thin metal and dented with a chrome interior!
And it smelled bad. Like the worst kind of stale wax. It too disappeared one day. Although I wasn’t too upset because there weren’t any crayons in it when it disappeared. Thank god for Crayola boxes.
Did you ever see those Crayola boxes with a crayon sharpener in the back of them? Those things were awesome.
I love this strip, the expressions are the best!
Markers for me :)
No! Did they smell like fruits?
The shock and despair of loosing a childhood toy, sacred objects they are and how soon we forget about them
All too true.
I still have managed to keep the ancient beat-up tin trashcan from my childhood room. It has a lovely seventies design and coloration, and fits in no current rooms, so it lives in the garage eating dryer fluff.
Wow! So cool! I just have a bunch of super beat-up toys and sketchbooks.
oh my gosh, almost the same thing happened to me when I was little, I had an entire box full of stickers and my mom threw thew it away without even telling me. and I think I cried the entire night.
Parents just don’t get it :(
I still have my crayon can! And it’s just as you described..tho mine being so old is also slightly rusty and has an inch or so of melted crayon in the bottom from the time I was 8 and left it on the windowsill by mistake..ah the memories..
Wow! Congrats! That’s amazing! If I still had mine, this comic probably wouldn’t exist :)
Parents have no respect for personal belongings.
Back when I was a kid I was given a stuffed rabbit as a Easter present from a grandmother. And although through the years it got nasty, dirty and filthy I hung on to it.
At one point my Mother took it to “wash” it and I never got it back. I found it a year later stuffed in a drawer in the basement. I was kind of pissed off at her. Sure, you might be too old to sleep with or play with stuffed animals, but you can still keep them around on a shelf or something.
As someone who at 25 still has her baby blanket, I can tell you that the “Let’s just put it on the shelf” doesn’t work with kids. If you are that connected to something, only time, a legit replacement, or drastic action (like hiding it or throwing it away) is going to get you to move on.
They do it out of love. And probably payback from when their parents did the same thing to them… If they had to suffer so do we!
Break the chain! :)
I grew up in Japan as a military brat. I had a bunch of 1st gen transformers,(you know, the metal ones) and power rangers, before they were even called power rangers. We got stationed to move back to the states when I was around 8. All of them donated, not a single one kept. I was told I’d get new toys from my grandparents when we got to our new base. One of the worst mistakes in my life. Fuck Popples, Care Bears, and Pound Puppies, I want my police car transformer back dammit!
That sucks! I cant believe they would do that! Geeze! You don’t screw with a guy’s Transformers!
Oh no! You poor kid. :( I had a crayon BOX. Thankfully my mom new how much I valued doing art, so it didn’t get thrown away until I no long used it. However, Mom did give my old Super Nintendo to Good Will… THE TRAGEDY.
Great comic as always!
Oh no! THAT is a tragedy! Did you ever get a newer one later?
I think that may have happened to me once before, because I remember at around the age of 12 or 13 I bought a brand new box of color pencils, and a package of typing paper with birthday money, and I hid it very, very carefully in my bedroom. I remember feeling very protective of it.
It’s strange how we become very attached to things when we are younger.
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