At ten, nothing made sense.
The refresh button, the game world; that made sense. To start over. Refresh. Summer refresh, and to be able to get some Nintendo in before school started again was a reasonable goal to have, right? To have some time to play, relax, without anyone surprising me with a suit, or with a ring, or with anything.
But school started. I started talking to a woman at school. She had me talk in a group with other kids around a round table.
"What did you do this Summer?" She asked.
The other kids talked. I don't remember what they said.
"I went to Disney. There was an awesome Star Wars ride, it was new. You flew everywhere in Star Wars and there were blasters and a robot that talked to you."
"Yeah, I went with my Mom. And Dad was there."
A couple weeks later when my mom and the adjustment counselor had a check in conversation over the phone, she brought up how nice the summer sounded.
Mom came in to school. I had to clarify that I said I wished I had gone to Disney at the very beginning and that they must have missed it.
Mom and the counselor kept talking, and I went back to class.
At home, the egg was gone again.