Fellow blogger Tim Brannan of The Other Side Blog just posted about his Thanksgiving, and how his brother busted out a bunch of their old toys and gave them to Tim's kids to play with.
Yes, to play with.
He didn't hit up eBay, or put them under a glass shelf, or toss them out on the lawn with other garage sale fodder, or (much to my chagrin) ask me what my address was so he could send them to me...
...no, he gave them to his little boys to play with, so that the magic could start anew.
Somewhere in Chicago there are a couple of very lucky young boys playing with these:
G1 Transformers Ultra Magnus, Blaster, Sideswipe, Perceptor, Sludge, Grapple, and some parts to Megatron and Galvatron.
And a ton of original Dungeons and Dragons figures and beasts. I don't know these guys names, although I did have the frog dudes as a kid. UPDATE: Thanks to Tim, I can now name all these guys: "The D&D toys are from left to right:Skeleton Warrior, Hook Horror, Tiamat, Umber Hulk, Chimera, Roper (behind the Chimera), Ogre, another Skeleton Warrior, Troll, an Orc (in front), a goblin, a Bullywug (the frog dude) and a neo-otyguh."
And the collective collector universe let out a gasp, yet somehow everything seems a little more "right" in the Universe today.
The thought of Tim's kids playing with such groovy stuff from my generation's childhood made me think about my own kids, and how I have influenced their choices in playthings - although it's a little different for me since I have daughters, the influence is still there:
Of course, should your kids tire of any of that stuff any time soon you know who to call, right Tim? ;)