Actually, I'm still surrounded by most of the 
things I had at 12. My prized Star Wars toy 
collection sits in a display case in the living 
room. My little army of Gojira/Mothra vinyl 
figures is on a shelf above my desk in the study. 
Across from the desk is a set of triple bookcases 
filled with celbooks, manga, and Anne McCaffrey 
and David Eddings novels. 

I have a decent job, and the car and house are 
payed for, so I've met all the basic requirments 
for adult responsibility. I also have a hot tub 
*evil grin*. My Mom still razzes me sometimes for 
not acting more like an adult (she still has 
plastic on her furniture for God sake). But I 
figure, I still love all the stuff I did when I 
was kid so why change? 

KF