Memorable childhood toy

When you’re a kid, the world seems both like a grand place full of magic and surprises and at the same time, it feels comforting, small and isolated. You don’t quite grasp the concept of distances so Gramma’s house always seems like a trip to the end of the world and countries full of people and kids the same age living on the other side of the world seem simply incomprehensible. At times it seemed the whole world lay in the walls of your make-shift fort and everything you loved and needed could be organized in the small space beneath propped up blankets and flashlight hand puppets. Running around with a red towel tied around my neck and a green water gun in hand, I became a superhero with a mission to get in fights and scratch my knees as much as possible. My skills consisted of chewing as many pieces of gum at the same time as possible, picking at my scabs and testing new things by seeing if they would fit in my nostrils. It is during this period of my life that I first fell in love and knew what it meant to be all about one thing, to concentrate all one’s energy into a single object. Of course, being a kid, my first love was nothing less than GI Joe.
I got my first GI Joe as a present and I was excited to have a side-kick for my adventures. He was everything an American hero should be and had the single mission to fight evil on all fronts, whether it was against foreign invaders or my little sister. With Joe in his green government issued fatigues and combat boots and me in my red cape, we would take on the world. My Joe even had a machine gun and an ammunition belt. I only had my green water gun and it felt so childish against Joe’s real-looking rifle that I tried at one point to convince my mother to buy me a more realistic gun and when she refused, I tried coloring my water gun black with a permanent market but ran out of ink before I finished. It made my hands black when my sweaty palms would rub on the ink, but I felt this just added to my manliness and made me more fit to fight with Joe. The best part of my GI Joe figure was of course, that he could fit in my pocket and I made sure to take him everywhere I thought there might be trouble: the grocery store, soccer practice and even my Gramma’s house at the edge of the world. I even managed to sneak him to school by hiding him in my lunch box, where he could make sure no one stole the sandwich my mom packed for me, my fruit snacks shaped like race cars and my juice box. For several months GI Joe and I were inseparable. As far as I was considered the only cool people in the world were me, Joe and my mom. That is until I got GI Joe’s leader: Sargent Bazooka.
Sgt. Bazooka made GI Joe seem like an amateur. He had a full vest of ammunition, a helmet, a canteen, belt and a bazooka.

do my paper