Nostalgia

I was about to drift to sleep yesterday when for some reason, I started missing the toys of my youth. Strange really. I look at them now and I see cheap plastic, usurious mark-ups, and passing fads. I look at them with jaded eyes. But for a single instant, I was able to recall looking at them with awe, the bright colors holding my attention. Surprising really. I thought the kid in me had died long ago. I was pleasently wrong. I wonder what else will pique my nostalgia...