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Toy Story

Toy Story

What was your favorite plaything as a child? Do you see any connection between your life now, and your favorite childhood toy?

I’m not sure I did have a favourite plaything, I didn’t really spend a lot of time actually playing with toys. Does a GameBoy or a TV remote count as a plaything? I’m not sure, but if they do then they would be my favourite. That or my PlayStation or one of my other consoles. It’s not that I didn’t have any toys, I did but I didn’t have much use for them. Every birthday and Christmas I would get more toys that I didn’t know what to do with. I guess they thought I was kidding when I said I wanted books and nothing else. They weren’t totally useless, I do like to collect and organize things so lots of them looked very nice all lined up on my bookshelves.

I know what would have been my favourite had I ever gotten one, Woody and Buzz from Toy Story. The whole cast really, I wanted all of them including the army men, but I never got any of them. Of course I would have been very disappointed back then had I gotten what I wanted because I wanted them to talk and be alive just like they were in the film. What a coincidence it is, just earlier I was looking at Toy Story short films and today’s prompt is called Toy Story, very cool.

I had a lot of Harry Potter stuff bought by well meaning but essentially clueless people, a wand for example. What was I meant to do with that, and why would anyone waste time pretending to be a wizard when you can just play the game and actually be one.

Despite not really having a favourite, unless you count the GameBoy, I can see the connection between that and my life now. The obvious thing being my liking for technology and gadgets. I may be less interested in video games now and I may have lost my enthusiasm for Pokemon a long time ago but gadgets are still very important to me. What was true then is true now, plenty of interest in gadgets and not so much in people and real life. Some things never change.

Pokemon and Peace and quiet

The Transporter

Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood.

The smell and taste of strawberry milkshake and nutella, not in the same glass though. It can only be the weekend. A weekend of sugar filled treats, quiet time, cable TV and Pokemon. Just thinking of those two things takes me back to any one of the many weekends I spent at my grandparents house. I spent a lot of time there, having four siblings is no picnic for anyone. Even less so when you like quiet and one of them seems to have take a vow of destruction and loudness.

I can picture it as if I was just there yesterday. Sitting on the floor, gameboy in hand, my emergency book ready in case I run out of batteries, my trusted and very battered Pokemon guide book with it. Snacks just above me on the table next to me. How wonderful it was to know that no-one is going to come and steal your batteries or to switch your gameboy off as a joke.

There was also another thing I considered writing about, two sensations again, the taste of cheesy Quavers and music, I think the song was The Final Countdown. I don’t know why I remember this, I don’t remember much of any other Christmasses. It was the Christmas I got Driver for the PS1, I spent the entire holiday playing it, just driving around the city of San Fransisco. I remember sitting there, eating crisps, hearing that music, I think the reason I remember it is because it felt like everyone had forgotten I was there. And I liked it, it was one of the few times I felt comfortable in a gathering of people. And the only reason I felt comfortable is because everyone else had forgotten of my existence.

Salad Days

Salad Days

Is there a period in your own personal life that you think of as the good old days? Tell us a story about those innocent and/or exciting times (or lack thereof).

The last years of primary school, everything was far from perfect then but there were many good things to balance that out. Plenty of football, bike riding, Play-station and video games of all kinds, Pokemon and Star Wars and my small but treasured book collection. And more importantly I had very little self awareness. I had no idea how different I was or why I didn’t fit in. It wasn’t until the very end of primary school that I started becoming aware of that stuff and not until the beginning of secondary school when I started to understand it all.

That is when I started to become truly miserable about my circumstances and when I started to not like myself very much. It had never been an issue before, I’d never given it a second thought. I’d never stopped to consider my own existence. That ignorance of everything, of my feelings and thoughts, of the world around me and of the notion that other people had their own thoughts, it was wonderful. Especially the last one, I sometimes drive myself crazy thinking about what goes on in other people’s heads, what they may be thinking and how they think.

Despite that fact that I hated school, at least the week had some kind of structure. The mornings before school would be spent getting as much GameBoy time as I could wrangle, and the same for every opportunity at school. The school day itself was usually spent counting down the minutes until I could get home, get out my bike and just ride for hours – freedom. And the weekends, glorious weekends, if I was lucky it would involve spending the time at my grandparents house which meant all the snacks you could want and Lego and unlimited video games. And more importantly to me, peace and quiet.

Since being done with school and then college (the change to the more flexible nature of college was difficult too) it’s not been easy to learn to live without that. Because I’m responsible for setting my own schedule now, I’ve become more rigid then ever before. Partly because there is nowhere I have to be, no-one to place any demands upon me.

And then an obsession was just an obsession, there was no quibbling over deeper meanings and why some things become obsessions and why others didn’t. I simply allowed myself to become completely immersed into them. Another good thing was that I either wasn’t lonely back then or I simply wasn’t aware of it. Either way it was great without that. I think that’s what I miss the most, an obsession that just was, no thinking involved. I miss Star Wars and Pokemon the most on that level.