Today I clocked adulthood, I done the most grown up thing possible… I bought a toy, and no, not for the kids, I bought a toy for me, and no, it wasn’t one of those toys either.
I have spent the last 4 weeks enthusiastically refreshing a website that had a tracking number for a parcel from Greece and every time I loaded the page my inner child would be screaming “IS IT HERE YET?!?!” much like a impatient child on a long car ride. Today it finally arrived and it felt like it was the Christmas of 1993 all over again.
In the early 90’s there seemed to be a massive Troll boom, every kid had a Troll of some sort. The standard troll was a naked little thing that had long colourful hair and it was something that didn’t really appeal to boys.
…That all changed with the introduction of the baddest trolls on the planet, Battle Trolls! The bad ass looking fellas were “Big haired dudes…. With Bad attitude”
I remember the Christmas I got this, I was so stoked, for the next few years my Battle Troll was my go-to toy that went with me everywhere. Between me and my mates we had a tribe of Battle Trolls and we spent hours and digging out bases for them to live in under tree roots and waging wars against each other.
My original Battle Troll may still very well be in my possession, but I’m impulsive and a lazy person after 10 very short minutes of looking in boxes, I gave up and went up eBay. Lucky for me these toys are cheap, that’s probably because they weren’t very popular (maybe because they were Trolls). I waited out what felt like the longest weeks of my life and it arrived today. All those old memories came flooding straight back as I stared at it with a cheesey as hell smile.
Now I am left with a massive problem.. Should I open it? Or should I kept my childhood sealed in that beautiful packaging?