It’s a story of hopes, dreams, chemically induced perfumes, synthetic rubber and sibling rivalry.
It gave holidays and school trips a purpose.
I had my favorites.
Usually they were the ones that were least functional.
The flower pot one or the soap power ones rated highly.
I also liked recognisable brands.
The Tatton Park t-shirt shaped one – they couldn’t all rock my seven year old world.
Some were just souvenirs and sought to ‘bulk’ up the collection.
Some were kept in original packaging, some not.
But never would they be used, in fact they probably wouldn’t even be very affective.
They served as mere trophies and one up-man-ship tools.
My sister collecting in parallel, was fierce competition.
15 years later I would be reunited with the collection.
I’ve now got a career, a car and a cat.
I open the box, and that delightful aroma of artificial chemically enhanced, and perhaps toxicity pervades.
Although, I sit smug acutely aware that the eraser collection in front of my also includes my sister’s.
