I didn't even know there was a Toy Hall of Fame. I wonder if they have an Adult section. You know, for things like that doodad executives have on their desks with the five steel balls that swing back and forth, clicking and clacking. Or the minature zen garden. What...? What were you thinking?
When I was five, I ran around the neighborhood playing Zorro all the time, with a cape and a stick as a sword. I did this every day for awhile. Then I got my first taste of true injustice. Our next door neighbor had a piece of furniture she was refinishing in her garage and someone (NOT me) scratched a zee in it. Of course, I was blamed for it and nothing I could say would convince anyone I didn't do it. Life sucks.
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