I have a sad confession to make. I have a lot of toys, and I am not talking about the latest Palm device or Nikon camera.
It's not like I play with them. They just sit there in the garage. Star Wars, Robotech, G.I. Joe, Transformers and more. I used to hate hearing when I was 12 or 13 about the kids on my block strapping a firecracker to the back of a G.I. Joe and sending him on "one last tour of duty". I would always think "Money down the drain." (This is how I know I am a true capitalist at heart.) I would always think "Man in 10 or 20 years that's going to be worth something", wishing someday that I would have the last laugh.
After cruising thru the eBay section for Sci-Fi toys, how geeky is that, I found out much to my chagrin that the new 27" PIP color television I have had my eye on will now be possible if I can part with the majority of my childhood play things.
I just have this sinking feeling that one day my children will give me the same disapproving nod that I gave to my Mom and Dad for parting with their once prized possessions. My mom sold her 1966 Ford Mustang when I was 5, and dad his 1956 Chevy Bel Air before I was a twinkle in his eye yet Taylor and I gave them hell when we were old enough to drive. Griping about how cool it would be to have either of these classics rather than the '85 Chevy Celebrity to take out prospective mates.
On the other hand, we could just keep this a secret from my unborn children. Keep a lid on it will you?