Everyday around 10 a.m. my grandpa takes me to the mall to release my pent up energy. We walk around the mall for an hour before we even reach the children's play area. Everyday, I see the helicopter man in his kiosk flying the toy helicopter that he is selling. I pause in utter amazement. I've spent hours just standing there, watching the toy helicopter fly. Grandpa said he won't buy it for me yet because I'm still too young and I'll break it right away.
So now every morning when Grandpa says, "Come on Diego, let's go out." I reply with a whizzing sound coupled with a spinning motion of my hand. "Yes, Diego. We'll go see the helicopter. Go put on your shoes."
It was during one of these typical mornings last week where I enjoyed a special surprise. I arrived at the helicopter kiosk to find the helicopter man tinkering with the helicopter. It was not flying yet. After some time and the helicopter still not flying, the man said something to my grandfather and handed me the helicopter. He HANDED ME THE HELICOPTER! Finally! After all the invested hours of helicopter gazing, it was finally mine. Well done, helicopter man!
Grandpa said something about it being broken, but I didn't understand or care. I was over the moon with my precious prize. A few days later I harassed my grandpa to buy a $1.00 video game remote control I found while we were browsing the Goodwill. Grandpa didn't understand my fixation, but he bought it for me anyway.
As soon as I got to the house, I grabbed my helicopter and placed it cautiously on the ground and then I sat on the couch and pressed the buttons and joy stick on the remote. Mom said it was the sweetest, most pitiful thing she's ever seen.
I don't care, I'm still over the moon with my broken helicopter and mismatched Goodwill remote.
P.S. Grandpa was right. The helicopter looks nothing like it did a week ago. It's blade-less for one.
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