I have a similar-ish story.
When I was young my mom and I had just gotten back from my aunt’s house swimming. We had run up to our apartment grabbed laundry and been to the laundry room and my mom was checking out mail box while I played in the lobby with my beloved Care Bear beach ball.
Then my beach ball popped!! I was devastated (clearly because 30+ years I remember this vividly).
My mother was frustrated, we went to go in the elevator to go back up to our unit, my Mom turned to grab something and I went in the elevator not knowing Mom wasn’t with me. Elevator went up. I was by myself. Crying from the loss of my fabulous beach ball and now being lost in the elevator.
I remember getting out on some random floor and walking up and down the hallway crying until some lady came out and helped. Eventually my mom found me (after checking every floor for me).
Just to really express my love of this ball here’s just one of many photos of me with it, taken that very same day.
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