When I was in first grade, my father lovingly brought home a colorful schoolbag for me.

I shouldered the new empty bag like a prized possession for an hour; then I heard a barely audible clunk from within it.

I sifted through every pocket until I found a little clown man and a red fish.

Even though today my tiny red fish can’t swim in water anymore and the clown can’t move in funny circles anymore, I can still feel the ultimate joy of those unexpected little toys.