The first figures I bought were Luke,Darth,Chewie, and Han. I played with them like no other.
About a week later, after a long day of Star Wars adventures, I noticed that Han was missing!
I looked everywhere. I mean EVERYWHERE. But alas, everyone's favorite lil' smuggler was nowhere to be found.
I searched every nook and cranny of the house for the next couple of weeks, and after awhile I gave up.
About five years went by. I was about 9 at this point. I had never forgotten Chewie's best friend. Sometimes I would stop and think where I had possibly put it.
One morning, when I was watching cartoons, A nickel fell out of my pocket into the cracks between the sofa cushions.
I lifted them up to retrieve my money, and HUZZAH! There was Han, in the exact same pose I last had him in five years ago.
I still have that little guy. He now rests next to my computer as a decoration, always reminding me to check between the cushions next time.
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