It was Christmas day. Transformers were the new big hit, and I got my very first one. The most viscious bad guy in the galaxy, the robot who sinlge handedly would lead the decepticons to taking over Cybertron for a short time. Yes, I am talking about Megatron. He was my first Transformer. It took me a couple of times to get the hang of transforming him, but once I did, oh what fun I had. I would go to my friend's house and lead his Soundwave to victory against his Optimus Prime. Then we would go play war. It was during one of those rousing games of war that it happened. My friend borrowed Megatron to use as a weapon and jumped out of a tree with him in his pocket. (Excuse me while I grab a tissue.) Megatron got broken. Sadly, after months of arguing with my mom that he could be fixed, she threw him away. I KNOW!!! It's worse than hearing a tag got ripped off of a Beanie Baby. The moral of the story? That day I learned a valuable lesson in friendship. No one loves your toys like you do. Even best friends. Yes, it's a painful story, and sadly there is no happy ending. I never got a new Megatron, and he never offered to replace it. Looking back I wish I knew then what I know now. Toys can never be replaced, but friends come and go. So guard your toys my friends. Guard them like the preciousl jewels they are.