All those who were snookered into buying something from the back of a comic book when you were a kid, raise your hands! Come on, raise 'em up there. They promised some fine stuff to our young hearts and we waited impatiently for our packages to show up, did we not? 100 dolls for only $1.00! I couldn't wait to see what I had ordered. Perhaps you boys ordered the soldier set complete with foot locker. 100 toy soldiers, each with its own base. And only $1.25. Wow! What a deal!
I had pestered Mom for days, possibly weeks, before she finally caved in and I filled in those tiny blank lines with all the important information, like my name and address.
Anticipation ran high and patience wore thin as day after day no package came. Finally, the big day arrived and my mother handed it to me. I thought, surely 100 fully clothed dolls each with individual costumes couldn't possibly fit into that little box. Surely this was just one, with 99 boxes yet to come.
I suppose Mom knew, but had decided it might be time for me to start to learn the ways of the world. It was my first lesson in not believing everything you read. And it was a hard one.
When I opened up the box, there they were, in all their pink splendor. They were Styrene plastic alright, whatever that was. I stared into the box, not quite ready to believe that was it, not quite ready to believe that the world could be so cruel.