Action Figures

ok, am i the only one with some action figures? well, my husband and i grabbed a whole set of spiderman stuff when the store marked them way down (i'm talking down to $2 from $7). probably not worth anything, but we got 'em....

just out of curiousity... WHERE IN THE HECK DO YOU PUT ALL THIS STUFF!! I am amazed at how much 'stuff' B and I have collected in only one year and am calling anyone and everyone to come take stuff we don't use...

they're in a plastic storage box....

a big one?? you guys must have a rather large house with rather large capacity for storage! Lately I've been frustrated because the few places we have storage seem to be busting out at the seams... and we've only lived there a year!!!! My mother-in-law to be (from this point forward she will be referred to in all conferences as my MILTB) collects all kinds of stuff ('for the grandchildren') and manages to keep it all well organized and out of sight... i do NOT have such talents! (but I do like action figures!)

no, i do not have a large house, nor is my home made up of closets. in fact, my bedroom closet contains the majority of our collections. (boxes stacked on each other). i had a bionic woman doll complete with her recharger get up. played with her right along with the barbie dolls. shoulda kept her, huh?

shoulda... I gave most all of my Barbies, Matchbox cars, Tonka trucks, etc to cousins when I felt I was too old for them... shoulda kept em too!

you're right! my stuff went to salvation army....

...hope you did it out of your own free will at the time. Looking back twenty years later and thinking "I must-a been braindead that day!" is better than being upset for twenty year about getting stuff taken away against your will.

nope, parents said they had to go (i remember taking some of my fave toys to the dumpster and crying all the way) :(

My sympathies. I had everything taken away, which lead to me never lending something to others these days ("Use it here or don't!" - I am generous with that, or with coming along, but let stuff go out of sight... No way!), and hoarding crap, er, ahem, "treasures". As you know, I'm into old technical things, rare curiosa, recordings and films. Also heaps of comic books (some rare stuff, too) and books in general. Did not even manage to drag everything together yet, still spread over several garages and basements... Quite obviously related patterns. Quite pathetic, too. Pathological, even. Since I felt through these connections, it became less uncontrolled. Now I even can miss the buy of the century, and live with it without missing a minute of sleep. The past never stops to hurt - the pain and sadness never ceases, which is natural, but the drivenness and compulsiveness about it has gone, which is good. Plus I got the blaming-issue figured out. And now I only go for stuff that is really worth keeping.

Oh Alexander, how ghastly to have that done to your treasures. I have just about nothing of my childhood...it is probably just as well because houses here have neither basements nor attics, and it is too damp to store things anywhere else. I have all of my son's childhood stuff - most especially cherished are his little metal cars from various namufacturers in Europe and America. If he does not want them, they are mine!!! However, I am sure on my next visit to him that I will produce them in their litt e storage boxes and he will have Christmas all over again, and we will play with them on the floor as we did so long ago...*smile*

*grin* that's what i'm doing with some of my kids' things--cute little outfits, first pair of shoes, and, yes, the lock of hair after the first haircut *sigh* they grow sooooooo darned fast. when we go through our kids' toys, they do the deciding on what goes and what stays. and then it's me who says, nah, we'll keep this or that....

I know exactly what you are thinking and feeling. They are here but an instant and then they are gone. I miss mine like chunk was taken from me and lost but never heals (I do not see him very much!)

oh sweetie *big hugs* i cry when i think about my kids leaving home (and they're only 10 and 6)....

One time, when my piano was new, David was running his little cars on the edge of it and scratched the new finish. I was about to slice and dice him verbally when my Mom pulled me aside and said that in 20 years when he was grown and gone I would rub over that very spot and cherish the memory of the cute little boy who made the scratch. You know, I do each time I go by...!

*sniff*

*sniff* here, too. It is a good thing to remember, though, when the little loves do something like that in total innocency...they never meant to scratch your furniture...Hug yours for me, please! I miss mine very much.

will do!