When I was a child ages ago, I packed away a single box of toys during a family relocation. This single box locked away Star Wars and GI Joe action figures, Legos, alphabet blocks, and some assorted magic trick props. Truth be told, I’ve had this box sealed for so long, I wasn’t really sure what was inside it.
I had lunch today with someone I’ve known since I was probably 8 or 9 years old. He recently joined Facebook and we quickly learned we were both in the same city – and have been for some time, but just didn’t know it. I haven’t seen him since High School and like many friends, had simply lost touch moving around. Speaking to him conjured up thoughts from a really wide range of time and it was fantastic to see him and catch up.
When I got home, my son was quietly playing with the lone action figure he has, a birthday present from a few months ago. My memory still in temporal-aerobics mode, I remembered the box and thought his single action figure would appreciate a few dozen 30-year old buddies. I opened the box.
Tomorrow, my son will have some real collector items, some with Kung-Fu grip, others with elbows and knees that don’t even bend. The Dad I am, I threw away all the guns and knives, not because he doesn’t see it anyway on Ben 10, but basically because I don’t want to puncture my foot stepping through the playroom. Yo Joe? No. Yoda, Joe, Joe, Yoda. And Yoda’s bro, his bro, and his bro.
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