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12-09-2014, 10:21 AM | #1 |
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I'm sure most, if not all of you who played with GI Joes as kids or even those who continue to mess with them in adulthood, have some memories that make for some interesting stories. I don't know if there is a pre-existing thread(s) on this topic and quite honestly, I didn't do a huge research project to locate it/them. If it's already out there, please provide the link and I'll move. If not, here's a place to discuss your stories. Have at it!
My start with GI Joe began in 1985 with the Mauler and Heavy Metal. The hook wasn't set until a year later, when we moved across town. It didn't take me long to make friends with a kid on the other end of my block that would quickly become a best friend and turn me into a GI Joe fanatic. The only asset to the team I could offer was my Mauler and Heavy Metal, but that was soon remedied, as my friend was willing to share his army with me. I ended up coming home with more than I left with and soon, my parents took notice. My buddy had the USS Flagg, but for some reason, didn't care much for Keel Haul. He knew I really liked him, and outright gave him to me, making him my second GI Joe figure. That's how it began for me. Last edited by Everett Colby; 12-09-2014 at 10:25 AM.. |
12-10-2014, 04:39 PM | #2 |
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Here's the "end" for me. I was about 10 years old when my parents decided that I had too much crap in my room and it needed to be thinned out. They told me to pick out the things that I wasn't playing with a lot anymore and send it up to the attic. This was not an easy task for me as I needed all of my Joes and vehicles. I finally made up my mind and sent up a box of a few things including my Crusader, Thunderclap, and Phantom X-19.
Now, my best friend and I were known to engage in some pretty epic trades back and forth with each other and what follows was one of those. My friend was over at my house one day and I eyeballed something I just had to have. I don't remember what it was now, but I was going to have to put some serious meat on the bone to make it a possibility. My friend wasn't going for the offer until he asked me where my Thunderclap was. I told him that it was in a box in the attic. I knew that I was not allowed in the attic unless my parents were home and they weren't at the time. This was the final offer, a deal or no deal situation. I said, "Alright. Deal." and headed for the garage to pull down the attic stairs. Our attic was partially decked with plywood. I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to let him come up with me, but I did manage to tell him very specifically to step only where the plywood was. He says, "Yeah, I got it." As I'm going through the box, I hear this crash behind me. I turned around just in time to see my best friend falling between two joists and through the sheetrock to the concrete garage below. He didn't even make it two steps off the ladder, when he fell through! Ugh! I thought I'd killed my best friend. I remember looking down at him from the hole in the ceiling laying on his side on a pile of sheetrock and asking him if he was okay. He took a second and said, "Uh, yeah, I think. I think I'll go home now." I climbed down and helped him up and on his way down my driveway, he says, "Make sure I get that Thunderclap." Meanwhile, I'm left to go clean up the mess, start working on an explanation for my father, and prepare myself for what could be the beating of a lifetime. As I'm walking down the driveway to the street with a load of sheetrock, my father pulls in. Now, I never made eye contact with him, but looking back at it now, I'm sure he'd be laughing. I didn't rush to get back to the house from the street. He had already seen the roughly 4X8 foot hole in the garage ceiling and gone inside by the time I came walking in. He said, "Wanna tell me what happened?" I thought, "No", but I knew that wouldn't work out. So, I told him what happened and his response threw me for a loop. He wasn't overly angry and he didn't beat the crap out of me. He asked me, "You're not supposed to be in the attic without your mother or I present are you? I says, "No sir." "You did it anyway.", he said. I responded, "Yes sir." "Well, box the rest of your GI Joe crap up and put it in the attic. You can get it back down after you graduate high school and move out." This was then "end" of my GI Joe experience in the eyes of my father, but it wasn't the end I had in mind. That was 24 years ago and the repaired ceiling in that garage still isn't the same. I've looked up at it every time I've gone home to visit. Last edited by Everett Colby; 12-10-2014 at 04:44 PM.. |
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