I remember my mother gave away my little kiddie pool to the hillbilly neighbours. I went there to see it a few days later and it was full of holes. The boy my age would put water in it and say, "See? You gave us a pool full of holes." I said, "It wasn't like that when you got it." He insisted that it was.

He obviously did that. This is how this family was. They destroyed stuff. They were complete low life, inbred, hillbillies from Kentucky.

I didn't use this pool much. Indeed, I have zero memories of ever using this pool. I may have but I don't remember.

But still, I was sad to see this pool destroyed. There was no reason for it. There was no reason to give these disgusting hillbillies the pool. It wasn't theirs. They were no poorer than we were.

You know how much stuff I got from other kids? Not a single thing. But my mother loved giving my stuff away to other kids: my sisters, neighbour kids, even total strangers at garage sales.

What's the point? What did she gain from this?

It genuinely puzzles me. I read that parents with narcissism are jealous of their children's toys because they believe that the child likes the toy more than the parent. Maybe that's what it was.

It annoys me because I took such good care of my stuff. There are kids who destroy their toys but not me. My mother even mentioned this to me as an adult. "You always took good care of your toys." It's true. So why give it all away? How did it harm her?

It wasn't a punishment. You read about parents who do throw out toys as a punishment for bad behaviour. That wasn't it. It was just for no reason.

I've tried to ask but she doesn't even accept that it happened. It's a real conundrum.