FUCKING SHIT THAT WAS A TIME MACHINE! I hadn't even remotely remembered this fucking toys until seeing that post, and then, shit, it call came back to me in a flash. fuck. childhood is a trip, the further you get away from it your memories become memories of memories, and you totally forget a lot of subtleties, and then something triggers
buried memories (good kind of memories not the repressed ones) and you realize just how much you've forgotten in the quest for adulthood.