|A Real American Hero...|
In 1982, my dad brought me to the States for the first time. I was 6 and had nothing but Star Wars in the brain. That’s all I cared about. Going to the “fabled” amazing store called Toys R’Us and getting me more Star Wars. Surprisingly, my brother, the same one who got me excited about Star Wars in the first place was suddenly telling me to FORGET THEM! There was this new toy that I should get….called G.I.Joe. G.I. WHAT? I thought what kind of toy goes by the name Joe? Star Wars just sounded so much cooler. But my brother was insistent….I MUST get a G.I.Joe.