The Story of the Chair

Once upon a time, I had the life. Every day was fabulous, I had friends, a family, a place to live, a place to sit, and all the cheese I could eat. Until one day it all changed. I went to a young chap's house, a party it was. It was nice there was food and horses and even a bonfire. I brought my chair to that bonfire, and had a grand time, well until the next day. Horror washed over me as i realized that my chair was missing and the only place it could be was at some young fellow's casa. To this day, I have had a surprising lack of that chair in my life, and it haunts me to the crevasses of my soul. It hurts, to make things simple.
The moral of the story: don't leave your chair at some hick's house. I would like you all to share something important that you once lost, that people refused to give back. Was your life better afterwards? Or were you sad? Leave a comment!
"Run Forrest, Run!" --Forrest Gump
~Hugs & Kisses~
Antoinette & Maddie