In the movie Toy Story, the neighbor kid, Sid, is seen as the villain. He breaks his toys, does surgery on them, and blows them up. More so than Andy, I always thought Sid was like the boys I knew growing up.
My brother was notorious for taking his toys apart and putting them back together in strange ways, with varying degrees of success.
Ron grew up near a cement plant, with mountains of sand that the neighborhood boys played in with their little army men. Often, they would return the next day to find their entire set-up had been scooped up and turned into someone's driveway or sidewalk. Fortunately, army men breed in dark corners, and there was a never-ending supply, to rebuild the camp.
Harrison will keep a toy no matter how broken, or how many pieces are missing. He will always insist that it is "still good", after he has fished it out of the trash.
In his G.I. Joe world, there is no such thing as a disabled vet; there is always something that can be done to rebuild him, to make him better, faster, stronger than ever before.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
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