When I was growing up I collected action figures. Mostly Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles toys, but over the years I enjoyed a number of different selections. I remember G.I. Joe and Transformers just to name a few. It was a thing that us kids did. Every birthday or Christmas we would ask for an addition to our collection. It makes me realize how spoiled and fortunate I was growing up. I had a lot of damn toys. Not enough to prevent me from wanting everything my good friend Clark had next door. He had everything.

Toys come in a lot of different shapes and sizes. There were Nerf Guns and water guns and kickballs and eventually video games. Action Figures were not only the best to just play with, they looked kick ass on my shelf in my room. I remember lining my collection of TMNT toys across my self that stretched 6 feet across my bedroom wall. I was pretty proud. (Give me a break I was 11)

As time went on my toy collection made its way from my shelves to storage boxes and then to the attic in my parents house.  As time goes on, I still have a place in my heart for these little guys. I actually have one on my desk at work of the almighty M Bison from Street Fighter. A gift from my brother. He looks pretty bad ass.