In Memory of Alice; Prancer and Alice's Honeymoon

She may look like a young troll but she was the oldest of them all, the very first troll of the Troll Treehouse. So they all gathered for her special day, trolls of all sizes, colors, and professions, all the trolls that lived in the treehouse, and each one brought a unique thoughtful gift for her, until the gifts piled high to the ceiling and overflowed out of the treehouse.

She entered and they shouted "It's your berfday!" Her face lit up and exclaimed, "It's my berfday!"

All of the mariokart characters were representated by my brother's stuffed toys!

I wanted to draw something happy but I was stuck on the image above. The greatest thing about toys is that they understand you automatically(because they are you). So when I was upset as a kid, I'd instantly have a buddy at my side. No explanations were needed and we'd just hang out. I'd imagine that'd be even more useful today since problems seem to compound more and more as you get older.

This is photoshopped like nuts. I was playing around.

I had two imaginary friends, Kathleena Donald and Donald Frosty. Kathleena, I imagined, looked exactly like the little blonde woman in my Fisher-Price play set, and obviously Donald Frosty held a striking resemblance to Donald Duck. They did all the things I was not supposed to do, like go in parking lots barefooted, slam the toilet seat down, and take rides with strangers. They really knew how to live the life! Eventually, I got tired of everyone asking me about them, because I never actually believed they were real and it became a real pain making stuff up about them. So one day when my mom asked me, "Where are Katheleena and Donald?" I said, "They moved to Pittsburgh." And they never came back. But I look back upon our time together fondly.

Curious George plays Conductor

I had a child-sized playhouse (this was its actual color scheme, except in pastels not neon), a cash register toy, and lots of fake food. I liked to pretend I owned a restaurant/grocery store. My parents had to act as different customers (they weren't allowed to be "my parents"); then I served them plastic food and made them pay for it with real money.

After I got my first G.I. Joe, the first vehicle I got was the APC, which could hold about 20 G.I. Joes. I remember telling my mom I'd fill it up someday, and she scoffed at me. A few years later, I had the U.S.S. Flagg!, Defiant (Space Vehicle Launch Complex), the Hovercraft, and probably a few more on this list.