Remember the Toys

I used to love toys. I played with all kinds of them, all alone, indoors or out. Before I would go to sleep I could get out my G.I. Joes and with just the folds of my sheets, a flashlight and a little imagination I could envision deserts and mountains, ninjas vs monsters, an army of the undead ambushing a He-Man figure while he called for back up from my die cast Voltron. When I was a kid I always wanted the big toys but I usually got stuck with the small ones. I knew kids who had the G.I. Joe aircraft carrier or the Millenium Falcon but I had to delve deeper into my imagination than them, I had to create my own forts and ships with cardboard and elmers glue. I had no choice but to be creative cause money was not in abundance when I was a lad. I used to order shirley temples at the bars my mom would sing jazz at just so that I could get those little plastic swords they stick through the maraschino cherries and use them to create a crew of pirates out of action figures I already owned. I used to be all about the toys, back when I had absolute creative independence. All I needed was a matchbox car in my pocket and some time to forget my troubles and off I went on a new adventure.