The Little Pin

Little Pin lived with the Pin family in my house in my town Closter. He got bent and was tossed out with the garbage. The garbage men walked from their garbage truck in the street down our driveway to the back door where two metal cans were ready for him. He threw one can on his back and walk down the long driveway and dump the garbage in the truck and went back again. It was hard work. On garbage day I went to school. The garbage man on my street looked old because he walked bent over. I said how can he pick up cans that many times. He said hello and he had a big smile. He had big white teeth. He said hello miss.

The little pin was going on an adventure. It was an adventure like my dad and mom would take us kids on. Trips to Long Island, to the friends at the shore, and to the Bronx zoo. How does my story end? My little safety pin climbs out of the truck. He gets to jump. He was bent. He may never be good for putting two things together again. He had another strong part which was his ability to tell a story. Perhaps it would be a story about another bent pin and how they played and lived happily ever after. The end.