Yesterday I made a post and talked about my ambitious goal of completing a post a day this month. Or was it yesterday? Maybe it was mere moments ago, and this post is being scheduled to post tomorrow, which is actually today.
The fact is, I’m writing a couple of posts back to back because I had a couple of things I was thinking about and I have some extra time this evening and I thought giving myself a little breathing room with this “post a day” thing wouldn’t hurt.
Earlier, @ posted this:
Seeing this box kicked my nostalgia circuits into high gear. One Christmas morning close to 30 years ago I awoke to find Castle Grayskull, Snake Mountain, and almost all of the He-Man figures there were at the time, with the exception of most of the Horde characters. The only other figures I can clearly remember missing were Beastman and Merman. I had the cats, the birds – the works.
I can remember playing with those figures for hours and hours, making up scenarios and telling stories about the battles that raged on between Castle Grayskull and Snake Mountain. Just when it looked like one side had the upper hand, someone would always fall through that trap door in the Grayskull throne room.
Looking back, I can see that these were my first experiences with roleplaying. Of course I didn’t think of it that way at the time, but that’s clearly what I was doing. Pretty much every kid I know did the same thing, whether it was with He-Man figures, Barbies, Transformers – whatever. It was universal. I find myself wondering what led me to keep pursuing that sort of experience in the form of Dungeons and Dragons and other games, while the majority of people didn’t. I don’t have any grand conclusions to draw or theories to postulate about this; I’m just wondering.
And thinking about what a bad-ass Ram Man was.