My dad took me to see ROTJ... we honestly don't know how many times. My brothers were too little to play with and every weekend I wanted to go see again. There was a theater really close to my house and kids tickets were really cheap so it would be me and him. I couldn't even read at this point but I saw it so many times I would ask my dad if I could 'read' what Jabba was saying (he would whisper to me what the words on screen were). I was in school before I realized that my dad added a line for Jabba. When R2 is going to start his play back he says something that sounds like Oh Shoot-a (like oh shoot!) and my dad would go 'I forgot the popcorn!'
I spent a summer eating the same damn cereal to send away for a ROTJ VHS of my own.
I used to keep newer figures in their packages but honestly I don't ever want to sell them and now that I'm not having to leave them stored, I open them.
I got a Rancor for Christmas one year (also got two dolls) the Rancor is hard plastic with a little thing on his back to make his mouth open and close.
I took the Rancor to bed.
Then the next day my brother fed him my princess from my Voltron lion, I was so upset (her head got stuck in the hollow tail, none of the SW figures fit in his mouth) and then the same brother chewed the head off my boba fett...
Only toys I've ever not kept it was never my choice, had many things snatched and put in the garage sale whether I liked it or not.
Most of my plushies are in plastic storage bags, like for holding blankets since our bedroomj is a semi-converted attic and this keeps them free of spiders and dust. I spent the other day repairing any tears in the plastic.
Though my office is full of my dragons and a good chunk of my dinosaurs.
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I spent a summer eating the same damn cereal to send away for a ROTJ VHS of my own.
I used to keep newer figures in their packages but honestly I don't ever want to sell them and now that I'm not having to leave them stored, I open them.
I got a Rancor for Christmas one year (also got two dolls) the Rancor is hard plastic with a little thing on his back to make his mouth open and close.
I took the Rancor to bed.
Then the next day my brother fed him my princess from my Voltron lion, I was so upset (her head got stuck in the hollow tail, none of the SW figures fit in his mouth) and then the same brother chewed the head off my boba fett...
Only toys I've ever not kept it was never my choice, had many things snatched and put in the garage sale whether I liked it or not.
Most of my plushies are in plastic storage bags, like for holding blankets since our bedroomj is a semi-converted attic and this keeps them free of spiders and dust. I spent the other day repairing any tears in the plastic.
Though my office is full of my dragons and a good chunk of my dinosaurs.