I’ve been continuing to clean my basement, and made a happy discovery: a box that says “Childhood Toys”. It was particularly nice because years ago I had accidentally included the box of my elementary school memories in a pile of things to go to goodwill. It still makes me sick to think about what I had given away, but now I know I at least have SOMEthing from my early years.
The box includes a “Mighty Men and Monster Maker”, which is a laptop easel with interchangeable plates that you make rubbings of and color the pictures that result. I also have two Micronauts, which are action figures with magnetic connections at their limbs so their parts are interchangeable. I have Baron Karza and the Force Commander. They shoot tiny pieces you can choke on! Awesome! I also have several battery operated hand-held video games. They’re from the earliest years of such things, so they aren’t very fancy, but they’re really cool!
I also found an album with this picture in it. How is it possible that I have a picture of me when I was about seven and I’m next to my niece Tara? Is she a time traveler? Am I?
You have Baron Karza and the Force Commander? I didn’t think we’d ever see them again!
I was always grateful to have a suggestible little brother who was willing to own the evil Baron Karza so that the Force Commander would have a worthy opponent to battle. And switch heads with.
I thought the Force Commander was yours, but I didn’t want to say it out loud in case you forgot.
After hoodwinking my little brother into choosing the evil Baron Karza, I quickly discovered that he was cooler than the Force Commander, but suppressed my envy and never admitted my mistake to ANYONE!
I didn’t remember Baron Karza, but googling him led to his horse. I did remember that horse. Strange.
Hi Brent!
I’m going to ask Santa for a Box of Awesome for Christmas.
Cat bosoms!
Yes, Tara looks like her momma! Do you notice that Beth’s smile is just a little rascally? Beth, were you foxin’ around?
That’s the look of a girl who just passed gas and is waiting for her brother to notice!
Spoken by a real sister-of-several-brothers there!
That picture is Tara’s face with Tim’s eyes. Crazy.
Oh, and it was taken at Grandpa Hummel’s (I think). The weird dish on the end table gives it away. So, I’m pretty sure Brad fell asleep, and Grandpa told me to crawl up on the chair next to him so he would take a picture of cute little Brad asleep. I’m sure I’m grinning devilishly because I knew crawling up on the chair when Brad was sleeping was devilish. My training began young.
Once a sleeper, always a sleeper, eh, Brad?
Open the box of MISC. old Pics! Please, please, please!
Brad! You had hair!
I knew something looked strange in that picture.
Now there’s something you don’t see too often….Brad sleeping! The average person who lives to the average age sleeps 194,821 hours in their LIFETIME…..something else you’re above average at ….
(DISCLAIMER: I am fully aware I have no room to talk or jab fun at anyone for the amount of time they spend sleeping.)