So...nostalgia

So...nostalgia

Nothing is as addictive as nostalgia. Do not believe me (I wouldn't), look at all the reboots on TV, Will and Grace, Murphy Brown and others I assume. Look at the shows now set in the 80s, Stranger Things (it's like Goonies for Horror lovers, oh and my phone corrected things to thongs...huh) and The Goldbergs (it's like The Wonder Years, only shitty, but it has that one guy from that thing).

No matter where you turn we are seeing nostalgia pushed on us...and I LOVE IT! Nothing is as syrupy sweet as seeing Alf pop up in an episode of Mr. Robot (don't google the dad from Alf) or the Delorean show up in the movie Ready Player One (not to be a snob but the book is 1000x better, excuse me whilst I dine on endangered species meat with my diamond encrusted salad spork).

I mean I watched Netflix documentaries on toys...TOYS people and not just the stuff I played with either. I watched about Barbies, Cabbage Patch Kids, etc. because I loved seeing the real clips from the 80s (no really, that's why, seriously).

I mean this stuff WAS my childhood. I remember getting Ram Man from the world of Eternia and then still being excited when my Aunt and Uncle got me a duplicate. I had a bunch of Star Wars toys, that yes had I kept them in their packaging and never played with them, or chewed on them, or melted them (don't judge me) they would be able to pay for my kids' college tuitions. That said this blog post is not about the tens of thousands of dollars that I could use for a vacation in the middle of the ocean...wait...where was I?

But my go to, the one toy I had the most of was GI Joe. I had the action figures, no doubt, but I had vehicles. Vehicles that would make the Pentagon jealous. I had snow mobiles with mounted (and actually firing) rockets. I had tanks (you're welcome). I had (get on the) choppers. Man I loved playing with those guys and I took care of them too. Luke and Vader could get buried in the dirt and left outside, but no way was Shipwreck or Roadblock going to suffer that fate.

I cannot say why these 3.75 inch pieces of colorful plastic hold such a spot in my nostalgia craving mind, but they do. There are times (more than I think are healthy) I find myself wondering what Scarlet and Duke are doing. Does my mother have them somewhere in her house? Are they fighting Cobra in a landfill? Did they finally resolve all that sexual tension between themselves? Really it doesn't matter because they will always be in my memories...right where I left them.

I just hope they do not make some crappy movie about them and cast Channing Tatum...sigh.