'm the youngest of three brothers, we are usually small, that shows little inconvenient, but depending on how you look are also a few fortunate that inherit those toys that leave our brothers in cardboard boxes hidden in the attic as they grow older. In one of those had a little treasure boxes, a few plastic figures, dressed in military uniform and full of highly detailed accessories: helmet, his saddle bags, guns, was a box of Madelman, for many one of the best artists in action, complete and good finishing details, their dresses and multiple joints.
As a child I played and enjoyment of these soldiers, and became heroes that survive to my games was quite an ordeal, and so were to break a few joints, loss of weapons and killing many naked, or nearly so, but I played much with them. To the soldiers it was adding new fellow adventurers, the Jeep safari hunter and his carrier, the helicopter, a girl and finally a great Indian chief. The Madelman went upgrading, the facial features changed, her hair was no longer plastic, and accessories were becoming more complete.
But there comes a time when these colleagues in another case back in the attic.
Time passed and Madelman. were allowed to manufacture and disappeared from the shelves of shops, a day strolling through a summer resort, curiosity led me to a toy store where she was hiding in a corner of a box set of West impeccable wanted fatality at that time did not lead money in his pocket, would have to wait the next day to buy it, but it was too late, the next day, that precious jewel was gone.
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Xavi
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