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Christmas is here again. The season that sends many adults into depression but all the kids seem to need valium waiting for that magical morning. I remember the Christmas days when Mighty Mouse was the number one cartoon.
We were six kids and I don’t know how Mom and Dad did it but each kid seemed to feel as if they had the best Christmas every year. I remember the year I received the very first G. I. Joe. It was the package deal including a back pack, a M-1 rifle, helmet, boots etc.
He was my favorite gift that year. I played with him all morning and moved on to another toy that afternoon. My stepbrother Ronny came to me and wanted to show me something. We walked in the front yard and there was my G. I. Joe set up perfect in a fox hole. There was a small log for him to shoot over. His legs were positioned as a real soldier would. He had all his supplies within grasp for immediate use.
When I was a child we used our imagination. I was examining the scene very close. I was looking from all angles. It seemed that Ronny had taken care of every little detail. I remember enjoying how real the setting seemed. More |