Nostalgia Time!

Still in clean-up mode. Earlier this week, going through the garage looking for stuff to Ebay, I found my Kenner Star Wars Death Star Playset.

REMINISCING AHOY!



I must have been four years-old - my parents dragged me along to some other person's house. Their kid had a Death Star Playset, and I played with that thing non-stop for hours. It must've been on the drive home that I started my pleading and begging for a Death Star of my own.

I don't remember WHEN I got the Death Star. I just remember eventually getting my own playset - and I loved that thing.

Then when I was eight or nine, I looked for my Death Star playset... and it was gone. I asked my mom, who dropped the bad news. She'd decided that I wasn't using it anymore, so she gave it away to Goodwill so that some less fortunate kid could play with it. So not only did my mom give away my toy, but there was now some other kid out there... WITH HIS GRUBBY HANDS ON MY TOY.

[ASIDE - I once told this story to someone, who asked, "Well, was your mom right? Were you still playing with it?" SO NOT THE POINT. Doesn't matter that she was right, the point was that IT WAS MINE. MINE MINE MINE.]

Anyways, so I lost my Death Star Playset. And because it was one of the few Star Wars toys that Kenner stopped selling, eventually none of my friends had them either.

Fast forward fifteen years. I've got some spending money for the first time in my life, and thanks to the internet, I could find anything I want. So sure enough, I bought myself a Kenner Death Star playset. And it was awesome.

When I had room to show off all my cool geeky stuff, I had the Death Star playset displayed in my office. But now I don't have the room, so my toys are in boxes stored in the garage. So this week, cleaning my garage, I found my Death Star. And for a brief moment, I wondered if I should sell it.

Then I came to my senses.

I couldn't put myself through this all over. It was mine. My Death Star. I went through too much heartache and agony to get it. Years of being without one. Mine. MINE MINE MINE. And I wasn't going to sell it. If I have to be buried with it, so be it - I'll take my Kenner Death Star with me like some Egyptian Pharoah heading to the netherworld.

So that's that.

Or so I thought. Last night while digging through some more boxes in the garage, I came upon a surprise. A second Death Star. I'd totally forgotten that my first Death Star was missing a few pieces, then I'd picked up a second complete Death Star for a steal. So I'd boxed up the first Death Star and forgotten about it.

Oops.

Anyways, there's probably a lesson to be learned here about the stupidity of conspicuous consumption by nerds. No idea what it is, but there's probably a lesson to be learned here. But since I have two of the playsets, I think I'll go ahead and sell one.

Maybe.