Breyer models, LEGO sets, My Little Pony knickknacks. I certainly have no trouble admitting to childlike enthusiasms. Some adults have trouble admitting, or get grief when they do. I’ve read about model horse aficionados who don’t tell their co-workers about the live show they attended over the weekend. MLP bronies get a raw deal. Unless I go to a LEGO store, I gotta shop in the kids aisle.
If a humanoid form is made of plastic and costs $10, it is a toy. If a humanoid form is made of china and costs $1000, it is an objet d’art.
Who determines these things? Is there a Board of Toys?
One of the best parts of being adult – aside from being done with school – is the ability to impulse purchase a shiny, pretty, transparent blue horse model in the gift shop of the Kentucky Horse Park. No nagging of adults. No waiting for Christmas. From want to have in the time it takes to run a credit card.
So what? I’m not doing it in the streets and alarming the horses. Why does it matter if spend money on toys or on decorator pillows?
As I kid, my big deal was stuffed animals. I had over a 100. All sizes. All species. Didn’t matter. Now that I am
hoarding giving houseroom to live animals, my need for the stuffed variety has declined. As an adult kid, I have a handful of Breyers, more than a handful of LEGO bricks, and a smattering of MLP. While I’m fond of these, they remain side enthusiasms to the aforementioned live animals.
What childhood toys have you discovered, rediscovered, never left behind?
Thank you for reading,