Picture this. It's 1989. Were doing our monthly big trip into the city where we always pay a visit to the toy store cause it's right near all the tool and homewares shops that mum and dad visit. I've just turned 10 years old and flush with birthday cash from overseas and interstate grandparents. They know they're no good at choosing toys and anything worthwhile costs a fortune to send from Ireland, so birthdays, christmas and sometimes randomly a plain envelope with a handwritten letter and some funny looking money turns up and everyones happy. The exchange rate is pretty good at the moment and I've got a couple hundred bucks to spend.
I walk in the shop and make a beeline for the lego. We're going for something big this year. Round the corner into the lego aisle and the first big box I see is this.
There is no contest and no doubt. The only issue I have is what to spend the rest of the money on. Don't ask me what it was cause I cant really remember paying much attention to anything else. The next 4 hours are painful. Theres still groceries to buy and a 2 hr drive home. I held onto that box the entire trip home. Couldn't take my eyes off it. Kept flipping up the lid to see the minifigs. The governor was just something else. He was like the god of all minifigs I'd ever seen. Exquisite detail and a huge sense of nobility just oozed from him. Soon as we're home it's straight into building. Screw dinner, screw TV. I've got more important stuff to do.