I was into GI Joe action figures, the original one, through my childhood I would ask for them and all the accessories for every birthday and every Christmas. My parents were able to fulfill my expectations almost always, but I knew they also had three other boys to buy for. That allowed my imagination to soar and created a desire to join the military, sadly when I became of age to enlist my parents so no fucking way!! It was 1978 when I turned 18 and a lot changed over the past 12 or so years, I was able to keep all of my GI Joe dolls and accessories in 2 plastic storage containers and carried them with me throughout my life. I was 38 years old when I moved away, as I was sorting and packing my belongings sorting out what’s important and what’s expendable I came across the 2 containers and spent the next few hours reliving my childhood, these things were priceless to me and I wanted to keep them safe, but moving away there was a lot of uncertainty and I didn’t dare risk losing my childhood so I asked my younger brother to store them for me until I get settled in wherever I end up. The move was really spontaneous, there was a friend on the other end, but no job prospects no place to live I just figured once I got there I would get a job and a place to live, and that’s what happened more or less. After a few years, once I realized I wasn’t going back home for anything more than a visit I decided to drive back home and get the rest of my belongings. I had 3 weeks and stayed with my parents, one day I went to my brothers house to get by GI Joe stuff, but they were gone! His excuse was they got ruined when the garage roof started leaking. I knew it was bullshit because me and my other brother put a new roof on that garage 5 years prior. I was livid and almost lost it a few times, but kept my cool and got to work finding the truth. It did take quite a few months, but it turned out his wife put all my stuff on e-bay and sold all of it. I wanted to destroy them for selling my childhood, but I just walked out of their lives and have never spoken with them again. Up until my parents passed I went there every year for Christmas the whole family would be at my parents house everyone exchanging hugs and kisses, when my brother and his wife approached me and they got close enough I to them both how betrayed I felt by their actions what I thought of them and to never come near me again. That was 23 years ago.