Choose Wisely

Just the other day, I scaled a mountain with nothing more than the clothes on my back and a stomach full of gumption.  The journey was long and hard.  I foraged for food and wrestled sustenance from the maw of a bear in hand to hand combat.  My nights were spent shivering under a hastily built lean-to.  Death was always just a mountain lion away.  Once I made it to the peak, an eagle perched on my outstretched arm.  As a show of respect, the eagle offered me the freshly caught trout in it's beak.  Truly, I was the master of this world.  While I ruminated on how I would rule my new domain, a thought entered my mind: I think my parents tried to use the Transformers to steer me on the path of righteousness.

While moving around my collection, my son and oldest daughter decided to watch.  Each figure touched or moved was a new question asked.  The most asked question was "When did you get that one?"  I had a story for each acquisition, of course.  It was during this question and answer session that I realized that just about every figure that I had from my childhood that was given to me as a gift from my parents was an Autobot.  There were a few exceptions such as Galvatron, Blitzwing, or Dirge, but those were figures that I had to specifically ask for.  If I told Santa or my parents that I wanted Transformers, I invariably received an Autobot.

Here I am during Christmas of 1986 holding Hotspot.  That year I received Hotspot, Sandstorm, Octane, Galvatron among other toys that year.  The Optimus Prime and Aeiralbots in the picture are what my brother received that year. If I hadn't asked for Galvatron and Octane, I never would have gotten them.  I mean, I had to point to them in the store to let people know that I wanted them.

After this, I wasn't allowed to buy my own clothes

Here I am getting the Technobots for my birthday a few months later.

The following birthday, I got Scorponok, because I demanded it!  When I ran across this picture, I was shocked by the Shockwave in the picture.  I have no idea where he came from or who he belonged to.  I want to say that I had borrowed him from the drunk teen down the street.  It's odd seeing him there.

Yeah, those are 49ers jammies.  Jealous?

A few months later, my parents hit me with the mother lode.  For Christmas, I got Fortress Maximus, Powermaster Prime, Waverider, Quickswitch and Sky Lynx for Christmas.  Sweet Christmas.  Notice how they're all Autobots?

It's a general trend that I seem to just now see.  I owned many other Transformers during those years, and a good bit of those were Decepticons.  Save for the aforementioned Decepticons above, I had to purchase them for myself.  That meant saving allowances, birthday money from relatives, looking on the ground for nickels or drumming on a bucket on the street corner.  I remember going to the stores with my parents and on the off chance that they did get me a toy when it wasn't my birthday, Christmas, or the day a report card was received, it was almost always an Autobot.  If I grabbed say, Sinnertwin, my mom would suggest Sizzle.

It's not like I was some sort of Machiavellian schemer as a lad.  Far from it.  I would dare say that I was the epitome of decency.  Did my parents worry that I would get a Megatron and want to destroy all those in my path?  The weird thing is that it only extended to the Transformers.  Masters of the Universe?  They got me Snake Mountain.  Star Wars?  I owned more Imperials than Rebels.  Maybe my dad was an influence on this decision.  He's a car guy and maybe he thought I'd be more into the cars?  I don't know.  Trying to ask your parents why they bought you a certain toy over 25 years ago isn't going to yield a reliable answer.

Don't get me wrong, I'm sure that reading all of those tech specs about the upstanding Autobots probably, maybe, helped to shape my world-view a little.  Then again, I am collecting a lot more Decepticons now and I am harboring desires to bring Cyberton into Earth's orbit.

As I pet the Eagle, still perched upon my arm, I continue my gaze upon the world below me.  Again, I ponder how I will rule this place - will I be the benevolent Prime, or the tyrannical Megatron?  A mighty ram comes charging towards me, slowing when he realizes his mistake.  In this instance, I know - I will be benevolent, just as my parents wanted.