This is how I feel about The Transformers, and other things. My complicated toys.
What's it like to grow up? I mean, really. When you come in contact with the things of your past life, what does that feel like. And when you look at something, a place or an activity, that you held close to your heart and realize that it's not there for you anymore, that feeling, that affection. Is that pain? Is it just nostalgia, and is that any different. When you put something away, maybe for the last time, to be hauled around in boxes from house to house, closet to closet, for the rest of your life. Is that stubborn? To think that this used to be important to me, so I'll just carry it around forever, even if it isn't important any more?