>Be me
>Little kid, 8-9
>Live in central Ohio
>Go to shitty local Meijer because central Ohio
>Walk in dirty sliding door
>See prize vending machine
>Ohboy.jpg
>Beg mom for quarter
>Get quarter and insert into machine that would "dispense random prize"
>All the prizes displayed looked amazing
>Turn dial, wait for egg to roll out
>Tiny zebra eraser
>Wtf.png
>Get angry I wasted money on an eraser
>Tell mom
>She says throw it away
>I think about it
>I throw it away
>Later, when walking out, I walk past the machine again and have a thought
>That eraser wasn't wanted by anyone. No one wants an eraser from a vending machine as a prize. I felt bad for the eraser for being stuck in a life where he would only disappoint people.
>Realize what I did was cruel and heartless to throw my friend away
>Beg mom to let me dig through the trash to find it
>Still actually regret it now
>Tearingupalittle.png
>End up throwing tantrum in car because mom wouldn't let me go back for eraser
Pic very related
Mate that's not autism, that's being nine years old and not having a proper handle on your emotions yet because you're nine years old and don't have a proper handle on your emotions yet.
>>37595175
Yes, but I still think about the fucking eraser. I still wonder what happened to it. In my mind it has emotions and was my friend, someone I could relate to.