When I was living among the dwarves of the eastern reaches, I had a big plastic box of toys. Inside this box were many wonders: wooden Brio trains and tracks; many, many Micro Machines; HotWheels cars with tires both working and borked; those sticky-footed bugs that tumbled down walls, and a multitude of Lego pieces that were separated from their original sets and muddled together in a tear-jerking display of diversity. My favourite toys were the MicroMachines, because I had a few big models of submarines and aircraft carriers that opened up into cool super villain bases, complete with two different colours of army men to fight each other. There were even little spring-loaded missile tubes on the top of the submarine, so you could escalate the Cold War in the comfort of your own living room! No, Brezhnev, you back your ships off!
Escapists, won't you join me in bitching and harping about things you used to have and enjoy in the past? You know you want to.
Escapists, won't you join me in bitching and harping about things you used to have and enjoy in the past? You know you want to.