As a child, I received a bucket of classic army guys. As was my custom, I invited my friend Simeon over to show off my new toys. Fulfilling the classic destructive personification of a young boy, we proceded to find, rocks, bricks, etc, and set up a battle field. After about a week of endless simulated tiny, plastic wars and battles, as I recall, we began to make homes for the battle torn soldiers out of the moss and sticks we found around our battle ground. Then when our short lived careers as stone aged architects had ended, we decided to execute all of the army guys by smashing them between rocks. If you look closely you can see their gruesome plastic remains.
No comments:
Post a Comment