14 May 2005 Saturday | 1:08 | -

I saw this toy on my way home and I grabbed it without a second thought.
Yeap, M&Ms is collaborating with the makers of Star Wars for this mega money making opportunity.
One of many many products: The Choc Dispenser

The text on the box encouraged me to “Collect All Four!” Eventually got the ones with R2D2 and Yoda. The Snow Trooper doesn’t look that cool, and I can’t figure out what the grey orb on the fouth box is. The Death Star?
I couldn’t really answer my friend when I was asked why I bought those. Guess there were so many things I wanted to own when I was young.
Just having Optimus Prime isn’t enough! You’ve got to have Megatron and the rest of the Decepticons

I actually had 90% of the toys featured in M.A.S.K.

Then I remembered I had a collection of Smurfs when I was young. That went into the thrash bin when their white hats turned yellow.

When you were a kid, you probably had to score well in exams, wait for your birthday, or scream and cry in Toys’R'Us before you were given a toy you really like.
Things I previously couldn’t afford on my own, have become more accessible now. But it’s just not the same anymore.
These toys are either obsolete, or have been revamped as vintage items and marked up to target adults who didn’t have the chance to possess them when they were young.
As a kid, you really play with these toys. You create storylines and almost immerse yourself completely into the world of make believe. You sob miserably when you accidentally rip off a hero’s limb, or twist his head into a funny position you cannot undo. You wanna borrow some cool toy from your best friend, but refuse to lend him/her yours.
A lot of adults who collect toys say that they are realising their childhood dreams. Sure, some emotions are stirred… But at the end of the day, these toys are displayed and treated like precious antiques. The true purpose of the toy isn’t evident in this case yeah?
I probably looked at Optimus Prime with glitter in my eyes. But now, collecting toys just mean gathering dust.
The fond memories can never be deleted. Not forgetting the stinging reminder: You Are OLD!
That said, I’m considering getting this cool device that changes my voice into Darth Vadar’s. And a light sabre will be cool.











