because many years ago i would sit on the floor...a mustang in one hand, a 109 in the other. the television series 12 o'clock high provided the black and white backdrop and mood music. the b17s were headed to berlin and the flak suddenly stopped. from the tv blared " Bandits 3 o'clock!!" from my mouth came a mishmash of noises vaguely resembling winding engines and stuccato machineguns. as my hand flailed about..the mustang always besting the evil hun, the bigger story was what my imagination was conjuring up. it was not visions of 2 plastic toys in a dance but me in the cockpit looking through the gunsite...pulling the trigger and seeing the tracers find their mark. i will get those bombers to berlin and back safely and always did. well as everything else days pass and life makes turns and somethings get lost... on occasion many years later some luckily get refound. and i can again sit on the floor and watch as someone took my imagination and put in on a screen infront of me to enjoy...where i do get to look through the gunsite and i do get to pull the trigger. i loved it at 5 and i love it now...and probably will never stop.
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