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March 10th, 2009
Like most of you who are close to my age (I’ll be 32 next month), growing up in the ’80s meant action figure sensory overload. With thirty-minute commercials on the air for The Super Powers Collection, G.I. JOE, Transformers, ThunderCats, M.A.S.K., Silverhawks, and Masters Of The Universe, is it any surprise that some of us never really outgrew our love of action figures? The internet was in its fetal stage, home video games were less than impressive, and VCRs hadn’t even made it into many homes yet. Other than a couple hours on Saturday mornings and after school, we were left to entertain ourselves. With a little help from plastic representations of our favorite characters, we used our imaginations to do it. That some of us would have a proclivity to collect them as adults is only natural. Most of us had a choice, though. I never did.
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