I admit it. I admit it freely. I was incredibly jealous of my best friend while growing up. What gave rise to this jealousy? My friend, in his few short years on the planet, had amassed a massive collection of Playmobil figures and vehicles. I, on the other hand, had a small collection of micronauts. My friend’s collection was large enough to warrant its own cabinet.
He had a vast array of figures and vehicles from all different eras. I grant that I couldn’t identify everything he had because some of it was ….subtly different than what I was seeing on the streets of our small town. Looking back on it, he got most of his collection as birthday and Christmas presents from his overseas relatives. Playmobil wasn’t as common in those days so I was fascinated by it.
We didn’t often play with these toys. They sat protected from dust in their cabinet. That is, until one day, I proposed a daring feat. I suggested, maybe cajoled is a better word, that we use all the Playmobil in one massive scene.
We spent hours laying out all the figures vehicles and accessories in his living room, dining room, as well as up the stairs, throughout the hallway and into his bedroom. We debated the merits of each placement like we were planning a great battle, right down to the posture of each figure.
It was with great sadness that I had to leave shortly after we placed that last piece to let him have dinner. I would have come back after dinner to help him put it all away if only he had asked me.