The most depressing thing about being an adult is seeing what happens to all the toys you played with as a kid when you visit your parents house.

As a child i had a bunch of action figures and sets and stuffed animals, and as an adult when i visit my parents, i see all the toys i spent hundreds and hundreds of hours with as a kid in a bag or box in the garage or basement or attic.<br><br>Theres no such thing as a happy ending, and for toys, thats the end. Theres no name or identity or personality or feelings. You come into the world, you serve your purpose, and you are discarded.<br><br>Life, if you ask me, is the same.