A Space Case

I guess like a lot
of boys of
my generation,
I was space-nuts
when I was a kid.

I mean, anything that
had to do with
space exploration
or science fiction –
– man, I was into it.

And ,
once a year,
when my birthday
rolled around,
I always got to pick one present –
– not too expensive, mind you –
– from the local department store…..

Which meant ,
quite obviously,
some kinda space gadget
of one kind or another.

You might remember
my post about my
7th birthday present
,
a space-age toy ray gun –

– well, every year
( until I discovered girls ) 
I chose something like that….

My eighth was a ginchey
space helmet with ear plug
and a wire antenna that
worked on the tin can
and string principle.

High tech, right ?

Hey, it came
with a bonus –
– what else,
but another ray gun ?

By the time I was nine,
I had every space gizmo
that could be rendered
into a cheap plastic toy
I could get my greedy,
grubby little hands on –

– a lot of my friends had
lost interest in theirs,
and I seized my chance
to build a virtual empire
of used, unwanted
galactic space junk.

Unfortunately, that’s
about the time my
hormones really kicked in –

– so, my universal take-over
would, quickly enough,
be put on indefinite hold,
but it all got stashed
away safely in the garage,
for the day when my space
empire-building days would
return with a vengeance.

Unfortunately,
then,
of course,
came the
infamous
“garage-cleaning”
incident –

— where-in,
somehow or other,
all of my astral treasures
were confused with trash
and jettisoned into the
deep-vacuum
of the local dump.

Nobody really
has a good
explanation on how all
that happened —

Hmmmm.

My Mother claims that
she was busy cleaning
the upstairs bathroom
when it happened ….

— and my Father
asserted until the
day he died that
the rental truck that
he was seen driving
was in no way
related to the
mysterious
disappearance.

Sure,
a likely story, man.

!!!! HOY !!!!!

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8 thoughts on “A Space Case

  1. hjonasson says:

    Your parents are probably telling the truth. It was most likely aliens who needed a good supply of ray guns.

  2. mislucja says:

    Sounds kinda like the drum incident. Gramma got my brother a drum for his birthday and banged it all the time, nonstop. He asked mom, “how’s this thing work” and she said “why don’t you open it up and see”.

    Now, how was she supposed to know he’d actually do it, right? 😉

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