toys
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Coveting a little piece of plastic
I love collecting things. I think we all do to some degree. There’s something about knowing there’s a set of items out there – tied to one of our passions and just waiting to be collected – that stimulates our primeval hunter instincts. One of the most memorable times those instincts kicked-in for me was… Continue reading
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Liberators of a lonely childhood
I was a very shy kid. Awkward. Lonely. Crippled with low self-esteem, I wasn’t interested in what most of my peers were into (namely sport – and if you’re a boy and you didn’t like sport, you were not ‘normal’). With school playtimes always revolving around a football, I would be the kid standing at… Continue reading