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04 January 2010 @ 08:37 pm
Writer's Block: Toy story  
What was your favorite toy when you were a child? Do you still have it? What did it mean to you?

There was a stuffed rabbit named Juniper, long gone, who was my favorite stuffed animal.

There were the Colorforms Outer Space Men, also departed, who tapped into every child's "cool monster" center decades before the current wave of "Mon", and who left me with a life-long tendency to empathize with The Alien.

There was a teddy bear my sisters brought back from camp one year, who was just another stuffed animal in my childhood days. Somehow, though, he survived all the moves and cleanings and purges of belongings, and gained my respect and affection. He lost an eye along the way, and, when I first went off to college, I gave him an eyepatch, turned an old sock into a turtleneck, and dubbed him "Nick Furry, Agent of B.E.A.R.". He's held that name for almost thirty years now, far longer, needless to say, than he was just Oso The Random Teddy Bear.

My favorite. by far, however, had to have been my very first G.I. Joe. He was, originally, one of the Mercury astronaut Joes that Hasbro produced, starting in the year I was born, though I suspect he dates from a couple of years after that. This was Archetypal Joe: 12" tall, no "Kung-Fu Grip", not even the fuzzy, flocked, "life-like hair" of the early '70s.

I had a bunch of G.I. Joes, as did most of my friends as a kid, but this one was always the senior officer. The whole neighborhood respected the obvious air of authority bestowed by painted-on hair. He was the Old Soldier, hailing from the days when G.I. Joe was "America's Movable Fighting Man", and those "Adventure Team" tyros paid him his due, by gum.

His foil-coated space suit is long gone; he's dressed in the green fatigues of a later acquisition. When all the rest of my collection was bestowed onto my younger cousin, I held on to him, making some excuse about "first run" and "valuable collectible", but that was smoke and mirrors. Valuable he may be, though the collector's market has little respect for toys actually well-used and played with.

It's a moot point, though.

You don't sell your best friend.

Somewhere in the depths of quelonzia's garage, both Nick Furry and the Old Soldier slumber comfortably in a box, awaiting the Day of the Great Unpacking, when they shall, once more, be seated upon a shelf, displayed for all the world to see.

And sometimes, maybe, just maybe, when nobody's watching ...

... someone will play with them again, too.

Because that's what toys are for.

I feel: nostalgicnostalgic
The Red Alchemistjirris_midvale on January 5th, 2010 04:43 am (UTC)
Thanks for posting this. I brought a tear to my eye.
Your Obedient Serpent: Eye of the Dragonathelind on January 5th, 2010 05:06 am (UTC)
Confidentially ...
... mine, too.
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Your Obedient Serpentathelind on January 5th, 2010 06:04 am (UTC)
Oh, I've long planned to sneak the Outer Space Men into a game, or some other SF endeavor.
Arcaton: boneyr_caton on January 5th, 2010 11:21 pm (UTC)
Tears. I used to have a teddy bear. Given to me when I was 1, he was a little dirty, and I kept him in the bookcase in the bedroom. Then the roof nearly fell in, and we had The Builders in and Mum and I lived downstairs while the Upstairs got a new lid. I thought Ted Ted was with the books from the bookcase, they were in crates and had got a coating of ceiling dust when the ceilings were brought down - Victorian lath, plaster, horsehair and filth. I couldn't find him.
Whilst clearing the remains of the junk when moving out of Mums... I found his mummy. He had been put downstairs in the backroom (famously damp and mouldy in patches) His fur was gone, his fabric a strange consistency, like parchment. He had become an abomination. I binned him. 52 years old and his winding sheet a black plastic bin liner.
Mum used to say my favourite toy was a Bendy toy Noddy which I loved until the latex perished... she replaced it surreptitiously as parents will but I knew.