Memory: Trap-Jaw

I was in class yesterday daydreaming…uhh, I mean taking down some notes and a memory popped into my head.

The memory of my Trap-Jaw He-Man action figure.

Let’s talk about memories for a moment…what the heck causes me to remember something like that? I think that s0mehow our brain is in constant scan mode (like a computer’s hard drive) just to make sure everything is in check and then subconsciously we check on how the scan is going and see what memory it’s analyzing at the time.

I like to document these memories as years from now when I can’t remember anything, at least I can come back and read my blog.

When Dad started working he used to have to go on courses down in Orangeville for awhile…I can’t remember the length of time…I would assume a week’s length.

I remember that one time he brought me back a gift…Trap-Jaw! Awesome! I can’t remember if that was my first He-Man figure, or one of many (oh, I had many! Hey, now I’m even remembering how Dad was building me Snake Mountain on Christmas Day. Snake Mountain was the cool fortress with this micro…scrach that, ECHOphone where you could speak into it and it would sound all ominous), but I remember him bringing it back and thinking he was the coolest. Let’s be honest – the way to a kids heart is buying the kid a gift. I also remember wondering if I would get a gift everytime he went away but for the life of me, I can’t remember if I did. Wait a second…I’m pretty sure I got a fishing rod one time when he came back and was disappointed since I wanted another He-Man action figure.

Ahh…kids. You know, that’s the thing about them. They only appreciate things they really want. The stuff they get that’s a surprise, they don’t see the joy in that. They’re saying “Where the heck is my He-Man action figure?!” Ha ha!

I’m sure one day when I have kids it will open up a new chapter in life with my parents where I’ll be asking them stuff about how to take care of the kid, and should I buy them gifts when I come back home from a trip or am I spoiling them, yada yada yada…being a parent must be insanely crazy. You don’t want the kid to grow up in a bad way, so the only thing you can do is learn from your parents experience. For example, I consider myself a good guy (thank you, thank you. I’m very modest you see) so I’m probably going to look upon what my parents did with me while growing up and apply it to my own children.

Heck, for all I know, they didn’t have a clue on how to raise a kid (what new parent does?) and all I was in an experiment.

Anyhow, I know my parents check out this blog every day now so this post is for you. Thanks for bringing me up (and thanks for that Trap-Jaw action figure Dad!)

Now if only my mom didn’t throw out those Thundercats action figures that have grown to be a hot commodity in this world. 😉