So of course, i broke the elastic that held the damned thing together instantly when I got home. I panicked, it’s in my nature and my folks offered to help.
My fleeting memory of this is my father in his undershirt mumbling “sonovabitch” toiling with C3-PO until the wee hours. I awoke to a fully assembled kit and a warning not to borrow other kid’s toys. I was saved!
I didn’t learn my lesson and when Andrew traded me for my “Incredible Hulk” treasury edition for his hardbound editions of “Superman and Batman: From the 30’s to the 70’s” I just let it go until the eight grade. I realized Andrew was just not that interested in his material possessions.
Pssst Andrew, I still have your books…