A while back, as middle aged people do, I was reminiscing about my childhood
when I remembered the first action figure I ever got. I was about eight or nine,
when my dad gave me a G.I. Joe figure. It was during one of those whole day
market and fair events, on a Pentecost Monday.
I was quite young, and action figures were not my main focus, and I must have lost
that action figure not long after getting it. I do however remember it came with a
cannon and an American flag. And a really big gun.
It took some searching but I found it belonged to the 1992 series of GI Joe action figures.
And his name was Gung-Ho, Etienne “Gung-Ho” LaFitte.
Now, as we grow older, we stop playing with toys, but I read somewhere that if one doesn’t
grow up by forty, on doesn’t have to grow up at all anymore.
Now part of me grew old around that time of that G.I. Joe figure, due to tragic life events.
Another part however never grew old. Some will call it their inner child, other’s say we never
stop playing.
In an answer to life’s important question of whatever happened to that action figure,
follows this story. Where he managed to escape my toy box an take a journey
A journey all the way to Calypso.