5 2000 |
The first place my parents stopped when they arrived in town was at my home, to unload.
They had packed boxes and boxes of my old toys and clothes, dating back to the early 70s. Destiny will be the coolest retro-child around. Wooden blocks, original Tinker Toys, early Sesame Street puzzles, a Pong clone, "Happy Days" t-shirts, Star-Wars memorabilia, all for her.
I went through all the piles, bags, and boxes, remembering flashes of my youth. I am amazed that the puzzles still had all their pieces, and there are still full sets of Viewmaster reels (with booklets), even after all these years. I re-discovered things I had forgotten about long ago. The toys that I played with and tossed into the toybox with complete disregard were carefully sorted, re-assembled, and stored for all these years. My parents have moved several times, but the boxes of toys had always followed.
I sat on the couch, long after Destiny went to bed, looking at 3-D images of Scooby Doo foiling the evil plans of a bad guy.