The Guitar in Window Story

Every time I see a guitar in a shop window it reminds me of the 10 yr old boy who spotted a beautiful guitar in a shop window. It was so beautiful he fell completely in love with it. He ran home and asked his mum and dad if he could have it but they said no they couldn't afford it... he found this strange as they were heavy smokers and always had enough money for cigarettes but he didn't dwell on it too much.
Everyday he would visit the shop on the way home from school just to stand and stare at the guitar for ages. Despite asking his parents time and time again their answer was always no.
One day after school he went to look at the guitar and was devastated to see it wasn't in the shop window. Distraught and eyes full of tears he ran into the shop to ask where it was.. "Sold", said the man....without emotion.
The little boy ran all the way home crying, into his house and buried his tear stained face in a cushion on the threadbare settee .
"What's wrong", said his mother..?
The guitar.. It's.. it's... been sold".. he cried.
At that point his mother and father looked at each other knowingly and said, " Come young Horace.. we have something to show you, it's in your room"
He jumped up and ran to his bedroom.. could it be he thought.. he burst into the room his parents standing behind him in anticipated appreciation and there infront of him standing on the floor leaning against his bed was a...... bright red Pogo Stick with a shiny spring which he later discovered his dad found in a skip down the street.
His parents lit up a celebratory cigarette as Horace dropped to his knees head in hands.
He never got over it... ever.