I could have been a red balloon, tied to a rail. Unexpectedly, you turn the corner and shriek with joy as I prance in the wind. I could have been a gigantic chocolate bar. I could have been an mountainous pile of gravel dumped in front of your house, begging you to grab at me and scatter my tiny fragments.
I could have been an icy cold pint of beer after a long day of moving bails of hay. Your little fingers blistered and sore from your first day of manual labor. Tip pointed down, dripping in blood, I could have been a silver sword, used to run through your enemy. Having saved your family, returned your father safely home. I could have been a dragon fly zipping gaily around your golden curly locks.
But I was just me, home from work. You were stoked to see me, and I was glad about that.