{"id":1374,"date":"2015-05-10T16:16:39","date_gmt":"2015-05-10T20:16:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/?p=1374"},"modified":"2016-05-06T16:17:55","modified_gmt":"2016-05-06T20:17:55","slug":"return-of-the-star-wars-toys","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/?p=1374","title":{"rendered":"Return of the Star Wars toys"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I\u2019m not proud to admit it. That of all the news stories \u2014 all the monumental things happening in the world \u2014 this was the one that stopped me in my tracks: \u201cStar Wars toys will be out in September.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Shame, shame. <\/p>\n<p>Let the record show: I am a 42-year-old man. I do not own or play with toys. At least, not ones that don\u2019t belong to my 9-year-old daughter. I am not a toy collector. I do not crowd my shelves with kitschy stuff I find on eBay. <\/p>\n<p>Yet, part of me considered adding Sept. 4 to my calendar. It would read: \u201cNew Star Wars toys released. No appointments!\u201d<br \/>\nI have a problem and I must seek counseling.<br \/>\n<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>I was 4 years old when the first \u201cStar Wars\u201d movie came out. There are only three multi-sensory memories I can recall from my childhood: 1) Standing in line to see the original film at the Hillsborough 8 in Tampa; 2) Getting slammed in the side of the head by a slushy, rotting grapefruit \u2026 probably while playing Star Wars; and 3) the feeling of tearing open a brand new Star Wars action figure, suspended in its plastic window and cardboard backing. <\/p>\n<p>If you look back at hospital records during those years, you will find that emergency room visits skyrocketed. The cause? Children all over America popping from the thrill of holding a Star Wars toy in their bare hands. (I was admitted to the hospital twice after forgetting how to breathe thanks to a Boba Fett doll.)<\/p>\n<p>My dad asked me not too long ago what ever happened to all those toys. When my mother moved up to St. Augustine, we had to get rid of them all. They had been stored in the attic of her un-air conditioned Tampa garage. Strong as they were in the ways of the Force, the figures and sets had succumbed to all manner of ill effects \u2014 mold, critters gnawing on them, heat, decay. It was sad \u2014 a horrible way to die. <\/p>\n<p>My dad gasped at hearing this. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cDo you know how long I waited in line for some of those toys?!?\u201d he said. Back then, when rare movie toys went on sale, full-scale riots erupted inside toy stores as desperate parents \u2014 some carrying weapons and dressed like characters in a \u201cMad Max\u201d film \u2014 battled to secure coveted Jawa action figures or Darth Vader with his extendable light saber. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cI still can\u2019t fully raise my arm after wrestling an old woman for a Tauntaun and Han Solo in snow gear!\u201d he added. <\/p>\n<p>I felt guilty. But mostly I just wanted them back \u2026 for me. <\/p>\n<p>Now comes a new generation of Star Wars toys. <\/p>\n<p>I have warned my daughter. She needs to get ready to see the new movie when it comes out in December. And she also needs to get ready for next Christmas. Under the tree she might just find a couple fought-over Star Wars presents, and a 42-year-old kid who is more than ready to take them off her hands if she doesn\u2019t want them. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I\u2019m not proud to admit it. That of all the news stories \u2014 all the monumental things happening in the world \u2014 this was the one that stopped me in my tracks: \u201cStar Wars toys will be out in September.\u201d Shame, shame. Let the record show: I am a 42-year-old man. I do not own or play with toys. At least, not ones that don\u2019t belong to my 9-year-old daughter. I am not a toy collector. I do not crowd my shelves with kitschy stuff I find on eBay. Yet, part of me considered adding Sept. 4 to my calendar. It would read: \u201cNew Star Wars toys released. No appointments!\u201d I have a problem and I must seek counseling.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[553,562],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1374","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2015-nutshells","category-childhood"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1374","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1374"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1374\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1375,"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1374\/revisions\/1375"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1374"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1374"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1374"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}