I was chatting with the boss over lunch about my fabulous lunch box
, when I realized that this lunch box is one of the physical objects that I have owned the longest and still use* – over 25 years. What struck me is that the objects that are so defining of us all, like my laptop, my iPad, my smart phone, or my clothes go past and are replaced in a blink of an eye compared to that lunch box. If we are defined by our things, then you can define me by a worn copy of The Rainbow Goblins and a battered Return of the Jedi lunch box.
I think I’m pretty happy with how I turned out.
*There is a teddy bear named Bosco that I have owned since at least a month before my birth, but I no longer cuddle him at night since I found Mrs. Rugbyologist.
The Finch and Pea 
Found my way here via Greg Laden’s google+ . I had that lunchbox. I loved that lunchbox. Seeing it brought up memories of peanut butter and honey sandwiches and practicing light saber techniques with my younger brother. Man, I loved that lunchbox.
I also have a worn out copy of The Rainbow Goblins, one of my most cherished possessions. The cover is falling off, the frontispiece has separated from the rest of the pages, but I still read it – but now I get to share it with my 7 year old son.
So I just wanted to say thank you for this lovely trip down memory lane, and that I’m a bit jealous you still have that lunchbox 😉
We have an archived (falling apart) edition of The Rainbow Goblins that is about 30 years old and a new one for day to day reading. For those that don’t know what we are talking about, The Rainbow Goblins may be the most gorgeously illustrated children’s book ever. Get it. Read it. Love it.
I think everyone is jealous of my lunchbox. A big thanks should go to my mother, who, although sainted, is also regularly mocked for being a compulsive pack rack that never throws anything away, which she is. That, however, does explain why I managed to become an adult with a Return of the Jedi lunchbox, but don’t tell her I said that.