Maymie had been walking home from school when the future mother of Missy Custer threw a Mortimer McSnurd doll out of the window with a shirek of "I wanted Charlie!"
It had, of course, hit Maymie on the head as she walked home.
It hurt.
A lot, considering it was thrown out of an expensive car window by a much older girl.
Missy's family had liked to live above their means even before Missy had been born, driving an expensive new car every year and buying the latest toys that almost always got destroyed a week after receiving while simultaneously living in a beaten air streamer.
They liked to buy their status.
Coming from a family that was much more honest about their lack of funds, Maymie had taken it as a blessing. It wasn't everyday when a deluxe Funtom toy flew into your face and gave you a bloody nose, after all.
She'd brought it home, cleaned it up, and played with it for a month.
Then decided it was boring and left it somewhere.
Maymie's mother, the wife of a U.S. Air Force Medic, believed it could eventually become an important investment one day, and stored it in the attic, where many, many years later, their granddaughter would find it and carry it with her everywhere, subsequently annoying anyone in earshot.
Until Grampa managed to get it away from her and handed it to the neighbor, an older man by the name of Tanaka, to take care of it.