tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12159107.post111843620075006664..comments2012-02-18T10:20:47.440-05:00Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11174277495831892217noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12159107.post-1118688929357886192005-06-13T14:55:00.000-04:002005-06-13T14:55:00.000-04:00Hold on one second.... When I was playing with action figures and lincoln logs, I was five or six at most. There wasn't any Nintendo then either (there was Atari, but thankfully our parents had the foresight not to purchase it for us.) No - my lack of creative development during my formative years was likely due to you whacking me over the head too many times, and me constantly falling off the bunk beds onto my skull.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11174277495831892217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12159107.post-1118458774380149262005-06-10T22:59:00.000-04:002005-06-10T22:59:00.000-04:00Eric!!! You have just expressed what I have been thinking for years. One problem is since about the early ninties we (as a society) have been providing children with games that take no effort or imagination. I am not trying to say that my childhood was so much better than yours (actually with me as an older brother you lucked out) but lets take a look at what a difference of 8 years makes. My generation had no Nintendo, computer games, internet etc.. The closest thing we had to automated toys were "Rock em, sock em robots" (still one of the best games ever invented).<BR/>Your complaints are valid yet sad. Ther is nothing wrong with a kid thinking that Chewbaca is kin of the lincoln log castle and imaginaing a story that he plays out in his own head. In fact I would argue that its healthy and in todays world is not done enough.eoawbnoreply@blogger.com