Musings on Children's Toys in Adulthood
I don't think that toys, and in particular dolls: Legos, Polly Pocket, or in my case Playmobil—should be relegated to childhood exclusively. This isn't a political statement—I do still think that there are some necessary things to leave behind on the road to adulthood—but my Playmobil is not one of those. I do remember when that question first came up; around age 13, give or take a year, most of my friends had almost universally given it up, but I did not. I was acutely aware of this, and I think that the savior for many of my toys were twofold. First, though less importantly, I built dioramas and stop-motion videos with them. I had little mats, backdrops, etc. and would stage scenes. Once I even entered into a diorama competition for Playmobil (I did not win) and I had a secret dream of arranging the moving displays for the toys in big stores, like the Toys R Us in Times Square, now closed. Dioramas were a more acceptable way to be imaginative as a teenager, because even if ...