I actually found all my old Star Wars figures when we emptied a storage unit back in December. For some reason, I only had a handful of prominent characters, and piles upon fucking piles of stormtroopers, jawas and characters nobody's ever heard of. I mean, R5-D4? Xizor? Darth Nobody-Gives-A-Shit? WHO THE FUCK. I swear my mum either picked them out at random or just went for the cheapest ones each time. I had Jar Jar Motherfucking Binks though, I guess that's something. I probably got more playtime out of Boba Fett than all the others combined. Oh he's so dreamy. Unf.
Pretty much all my other toys were hand-me-downs from my brother. I can only remember ever receiving one Lego set in my life (and I'm almost positive it was
this one), but I had a huge fucking box of parts from various sets my brother had received for birthdays/christmases and the like all through the 80s. The frayed and yellowed instruction manuals were still in there, too, so when I didn't feel like improvising, I'd dig through the box, find all the correct pieces and attempt to build what was depicted in the manual.
This was one of them. The car for the battery had apparently been missing for years, though, so I never got to see it in action. I found out last year that my mum had thrown it away because she was terrified that I'd magically electrocute myself while playing with it.
How ya doing, buddy?