So, yesterday I took the boys to my parents' house, for food and swimming and to give my poor (but beautiful!) wife time to catch up various projects. While we were there, I discovered that my parents had found a box of my old toys in the attic, and brought them down to amuse their grandchildren. It's... quite a collection. I mean, the toys are battered and worn and frequently in pieces (the G.I. Joe figures had a rubber band that connected the torso to the hips, and all but two of them have long since disintegrated) and contrary to my mother's hopes the entire collection is probably worth about twenty bucks on Ebay, but it's still quite a collection. Let me give you a sampling:
Inhumanoids cartoon, one of the surviving G.I. Joe figures, a punk mutant rhinoceros from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Robocop, one I don't recognize at all, a robot police dog that might also be from the Robocop line, D.C. Comics' Hawkman, and something that appears to be a dinosaur with a crossbow mounted on its back.
Rambo: The Force Of Freedom. (Seriously, what were they thinking?) I also found Mumm-ra, the sworn enemy of the noble Thundercats.
Rubik's Snake before giving up and jumping back in the pool.
It was definitely fun for the boys, but I'm not sure I can survive this much nostalgia.