When I was a child, I was never attached to any inanimate object. Sure I played with some, at the end of the day, it disappeared, I did not care to look for it.
We my siblings and I spent hours playing with flat pieces of stone, we lay one on top of the other, when it had a reasonable height, we struck it with a round stone to scatter the flat pieces, this continued until we had enough of it.
Our next interest was to explore the neighborhood, there were many queer places which always attracted our attention, one day we decided to visit one of the places, it was near a race course, we walked on and on and suddenly saw a crowd of people ,we had to know what they were up to. We were delighted to see a group of people frying parathas in a giant-sized wok outdoors. These flat round breads looked delicious. We had no money but the guys were giving them to every one there, we stood watching them one of them invited us to join them.
I can still taste those delicious flat breads.
Attaching myself to material objects I fear is a waste of time, if it is lost I’d be weeping for endless number of days. My way is better playing with stones found on the ground can never attract anyone’s attention, it can be left anywhere there is no danger of losing them.