Good Memories that make you sad.

Today was a sad day for me.  I found all my old Sega games while sorting through boxes and packing.  They have been in the same box for a good 6 years, yet when I took them into the game traders that pay good money for old games, even when he handed me cash I sorely needed it felt like I had just sold one of the only really good memories I have as a child.  

My childhood wasn’t the greatest. My real father left when I was about 18 months old, because he didn’t want me.  He wanted my older sister though, in fact he kept in touch with her, her whole life and wanted nothing to do with me because he was old fashioned and wanted a girl and a boy.  I know it seems  unlikely that this is true but it is.  I did meet him once, when I was 16.  The first thing he said to me wasn’t even hello.  He said "You’re a bit fat, aren’t you?".  Its a comment that has been burned into my memory since.  I didn’t grow up without a father though, No my step father ( who my mum had my 2 younger brothers with) was around from when I was about 3.  He wasn’t the greatest father in the world.  Amongst the beatings with the kettle cord or his belt when ever we did anything wrong as a kid.  And the third degree burns from having a just boiled kettle spilled on me. Having the Sega was something I used to get away from it all, especially when they were fighting.  Memories of going out shopping and choosing which games we wanted are also some of the best.   Selling my childhood away for money seems so cheap and no amount could honestly mean more to me than the Sega its self does. 

But I have to think about this rationally. I still have the memories attached to these items, so I don’t really physically need the items in my possession, just sitting there in a box doing nothing when it could be giving someone else memories of their own. 

I think I’ve rambled on enough for now.

~Blu