Back in 82-83 I’d been watching the GI Joe ads on TV and thought they were the coolest thing ever, but my parents wouldn’t buy me any because my mother didn’t want me playing with guns. (Yet there were real guns and ammo in the house I could get my hands on at any time.) So while on vacation in New Hampshire I went and bought the VAMP and swivel-arm Clutch myself. When she seen it didn’t turn me into a mass murderer, my parents always got me Joes for birthdays and Christmas. I discovered the Marvel comics a little while later and that sparked my imagination and solidified my interest in GI Joe. (Never watched the cartoon.) I had a few other odd toys but GI Joe and Lego were the only ones I had any real interest in. In my early teens I boxed up my toys and put them in the attic trying to act grown up, but now I’m grown up and wishing I was a kid again. Yo Joe!
