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Growing up, I spent every Sunday going to a church my grandpa established, and afterwards my entire family would go over to my grandparent's house for lunch. We would usually be there for hours, so many Sundays, my cousins and I would play gladiator outside in the backyard. We'd make weapons and armor out of whatever we could find, and just have a battle in the backyard. We did this from the time that we were little kids and all the way through my time in high school.
In my early college years, I had mentioned to my boyfriend (who i had been with since high school) that I really missed this tradition with my cousins.
He bought me this cute little gladiator doll to hang up on my car's rearview mirror as a memento of those special times. No longer have that boyfriend, but I still have that little doll.