Toy Stories

I don't know If any of you guys had an older brother growing up . I sure did . And my older brother did , well , older brother things . You know , like knocking my displayed G.I. Joe's over from across the room with a balled up sock .  One day he threw my Secret Wars Captain America figure out of  a second story window . Into the snow ! Luckily Cappy left an imprint and I was able to to pull him out of  his icy grave . How apropos . But here's the mind bending truth . Our older brothers loved us . Albeit In their own weird,oppressive way . I remember one day , I'm guessing In 1987, I was sitting on my bedroom floor looking at a G.I. Joe  card-back , checking off  figures I already had .  Just then my brother walks In  .  I wait for the pillows to come flying across the room  and brace for impact . To my surprise not a pillow was thrown . Not an insult hurled . He wanted my card back to see which Joe figures I needed . He tells  me to cho...

It was another ordinary average day in 1987. Much like most of my free time, this day was spent sprawled out on my bedroom floor, a pile of G.I. Joe figures and vehicles in front of me, with some form of adventure being mentally written and acted out by the minute. This story arc unfolded in a manner that led me to needing a swamp. In hind sight, I could have easily pulled out my trusty Dagobah playset from Kenner. However, my young mind never seemed to come to this conclusion on this day. Instead, when the light bulb blinked on, I immediately got up and ran down the hall to the bathroom. Whipping open the cabinets under the sink, I immediately found what I was after. An old, seldom used, dirt caked on jar of Vaseline. The perfect swamp! Back in my room, I continued with my story until just the right moment. In a climactic chase scene, Snake-Eyes fled across the marshlands, rolling and flipping as laser blasts from the pursuing Dreadnok Thunder Machine whizzed past hi...