By Christina
A
depressing night hit me recently, with sad events occurring that left
me in a mix of anger (at not only others, but at myself in all
honesty) and in shock and sadness/tears. In an attempt to
alleviate the pain I went from some time on the PS4 killing Trinity
soldiers in Rise of The Tomb Raider (which killed
virtual men, but not the sadness) to Netflix.
In the midst of my “Flix-Surfing” my heart jumped for temporary joy when I saw a new show that had joined the online ranks: The Toys That Made Us. Only a few episodes seem to be up at this point, but it was enough to send me back in time to the best days of my life. The days of the thirty minute commercial, when cartoons were awesome even though they were just an advertisement for the joyful playthings that we all opened up on Christmas Day and birthdays. The time when, thanks to these action figures and play sets, we spent most of our years either singing or screaming the likes of “I have the power!” “Yo, Joe!” “Thundercats, hooooo!” or whatever we were into in that moment.
In the midst of my “Flix-Surfing” my heart jumped for temporary joy when I saw a new show that had joined the online ranks: The Toys That Made Us. Only a few episodes seem to be up at this point, but it was enough to send me back in time to the best days of my life. The days of the thirty minute commercial, when cartoons were awesome even though they were just an advertisement for the joyful playthings that we all opened up on Christmas Day and birthdays. The time when, thanks to these action figures and play sets, we spent most of our years either singing or screaming the likes of “I have the power!” “Yo, Joe!” “Thundercats, hooooo!” or whatever we were into in that moment.