I couldn’t have been more than five. My memory is for crap though, and I often pin down all dates as when I was five. But trust me, this time I mean it. I was five. Had to be. My father had me wandering around with him as a convention, just walking the floor of an old science fiction con.It was late. I was tired.And then I saw it. The SDF-1. Here was this toy–it wasn’t a Transformer or anything, those would come later. No, it was a battleship and then it became a robot and that blew every last circuit in my brain.A year or two later a show came on TV. Battle of the Planets. I would demand to watch it before I had to go to kindergarten or school and wrap an afghan around my neck to be a cape. Science Ninjas became my new religion. There was a purity in it.
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