To Keep or Not To Keep?
DISCLAIMER: If you're a reader under 18, please try to love, cherish and embrace EVERY moment of your childhood. Make sure to research and absorb information accordingly as you prepare for what many say are THE MOST critical years of your life. You'll spend more time on this earth being an adult. There's no turning back. It would be wise to obtain as much knowledge, flexibility and leverage as you can before entering adulthood. You lose nothing by getting on the right track.
With that being said - being an adult SUCKS! Well, it has some perks... but very minimal. You can attempt to re-live childhood moments, until reality punches you square in the nose and you're quickly reminded of that mortgage payment, student loan, or that annoying teenager who's still years away from moving out.
With adulthood comes making big decisions. It's an intricate part of your day - like brushing your teeth.
Is this something that I can afford?
Am I making the right career move?
Should I settle down and start a family?
Is it worth keeping my collection of WWF wrestling figures?
Okay, so maybe the last one doesn't apply to you, but it certainly has weighed on my shoulders. Ladies and Gentleman, I present to you: My dilemma...
I've had the figures on the left since I was about six years old, the ones on the right, 12 (for those wondering, that's MANY moons ago). Clearly, I've had a hard time letting go. The wear and tear is pretty evident and I am 100% certain I won't get much back in value (the going rate on eBay for used WWF/LJN wrestling figures isn't too impressive), but I never thought about getting rid of them until now. Only a few years ago, these once larger than life toys remained at my grandmother's house; boxed up, hidden deep inside of her closet. Out of sight, out of mind. Before her traumatic passing, she'd constantly bust my chops about removing them from her home:
"Boy, get these ol' men outta here!"
To which I'd usually respond: "Why? They're not bothering anyone!"
Admittedly, I left them at her house out of pure laziness, but more importantly, sentimental reasons. Not only were these wrestling figures a key component in my upbringing, but an immediate connection to my grandmother - the person responsible for buying them. Prematurely moving them out of her home (or throwing them away) was equivalent to a blow to the gut! It would've obliterated my childhood and its true meaning. The stage of life I long for... still.
After much back and forth, I'd soon oblige, moving them to my home where the magic wouldn't be duplicated. There they sat, in a dusty garage, stacked inside of a storage bin, only seeing the light of day for the purpose of this blog. Two summers ago, I visited an arts & craft shop looking to purchase an array of paint with the idea of reviving these exquisite toys. The plan was to give them a fresh coat of color before submitting pictures to a contest where winners were offered a featured spot on a then upcoming Netflix series: The Toys That Made Us. If you grew up a fan of 80s wrestling and still had a strong collection of LJN figures (or other great toy brands from the 80s and early 90s), this show was for you! Sadly, as of this blog post, the paint remains unopened. And though I'd submit the pictures (seen in the photos above), not only was I snubbed, but the creators of the show couldn't even send a generic confirmation e-mail acknowledging my time and efforts. Something along the lines of: Hey, LOSER, thanks for applying. Good Luck! would have sufficed. Instead? Nothing. Perhaps that was my wake up call.
Fast forward to 2020, maybe it's time to move on. I don't know. I mean, how many of you held onto your toys? My point exactly. To be frank, with the amount of times I've moved over the years, I really don't know how it's been done. One thing was certain, my grandmother's home was the memory vault to my childhood. From trading cards, comics, the original Nintendo, down to these filthy, shabby LJN wrestling figures. I knew they'd be safe under her watch. The thought of getting rid of them would have never crept into my big head.
Due to an aversion of becoming a hoarder, I've strongly entertained the idea of selling my childhood away (EXCEPT my Nintendo - that stays) and finally moving on from the toys of yesteryear; much to the chagrin of friends who have urged me to keep them (strange, when not a single one of them own a piece of their childhood). A part of me died when my grandmother passed on, the same could be said if I'm left to heave these s.o.b.'s into the Atlantic Ocean. Is this a matter of life or death? No. But dammit, it's close enough! A decision is almost near...