Since my mother died, my dad has been shipping all my childhood toys across country to me to sell. It's been a really amazing process, but at times the nostalgia is overwhelming...and other times...well you experience time travel. Or Fate. Or...I don't know.
Let me start at beginning.
My dad started sending toys. But he did not see the value in their weapons or accessories. I did not know this at first. So, I was selling things that were not complete. I finally convinced him to look for weapons. I found out they were at the bottom of boxes, or on the garage floor where my toys were stored. He did not bother with them. So after a month of selling things, I started getting parts for the things I already sold. Some of the toys would have been complete when I sold them and fetched a much higher price. So, I started holding things back and waiting for future shipments from my dad. Yep, it worked. I started getting pieces from things he shipped weeks and months ago. NOW, I was selling complete items.
FYI - I sent most of the guns and accessories to the people who I sold the matching items too. Unless the piece was big, I shipped it to them at my cost. So, I, at least, helped out a few collectors. And made some new friends. :)
Here are some examples of the toys that had been in my parents garage since the mid 1980s. JUST NOW unearthed and sold. Or...OKAY...I kept a few....
|Kept this guy.|
And this is just a small sampling. Trust me. I had a ton of Fisher Price Adventure People, STOMPERS, and Match Box cars...
Oh... I sold this amazing looking MOTO Knock off for over $300!!!
|He was ALMOST too cool to sell.|
But here is where my mind was blown. I tell people, as a writer, you need to reward yourself when you finish a book. I was taught this. It works. Well back a few years ago, maybe 4-5, when I finished THE LIFEBLOOD OF ILL-FATED WOMEN, I wanted to reward myself with something I could put in my office, on my shelf. Something I would see and always be reminded of all the hard work and that my efforts paid off.
So, I went on ebay and bought an old GI JOE toy I once owned (and sold back in the mid 1990s). I got this:
|GI JOE Mauler Tank.|
Fast forward to a few weeks ago. My dad says he is sending me a box full of parts. Mostly junk, he says. When I get the box there is a bag, with my mom's handwriting on it. "Assorted Parts" I opened that Ziploc bag and found some GI JOE parts...and in there... an antenna. I picked it up and looked at it a minute. I had a weird moment where I just knew... I just knew... So, I ran across my house and right to the Mauler and popped that antenna in. It fit like it always belonged there. Now the tank is 100% complete.
I nearly cried.
Somehow, my mom found the missing antenna off my original childhood tank... probably lost off it back in the late 1980s, when I stopped playing with my JOES. She packed it away, instead of throwing it out.
Then, in the mid 1990s when I sold my tank, I sold it without the antenna. I had no idea. I probably didn't even care or notice. And I did not know she had parts stored elsewhere.
Then now, 2018. I am reunited with my tank's original antenna and it is on my tank which I bought as a reward to myself and to remind myself that hard work pays off. Well now it reminds me of my mom too, and how much she cared.
Like I said. Fate? Time Travel? Who knows. It feels like fate to me.
So yeah. I wanted to share my story.
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Kevin James Breaux