All That : The New Yorker

All That - Short Story by David Foster Wallace - The New Yorker

Short story about the narrator remembering a childhood toy that his parents told him was magic…

Once when I was a little boy I received as a gift a toy cement mixer. It was made of wood except for its wheels—axles—which, as I remember, were thin metal rods. I’m ninety per cent sure it was a Christmas gift. I liked it the same way a boy that age likes toy dump trucks, ambulances, tractor-trailers, and whatnot. There are little boys who like trains and little boys who like vehicles—I liked the latter….

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