This is a topic that I have wanted to share for a very long time and have tried many times to do so. In each instance I would mess up, and then give up. The anger and frustration of not being able to adequately express myself, or feelings of inadequacy, always ruined my efforts. To be fair, this is not going to be a pic laden post, but rather a very introspective and personal look at how and why I got into collecting.
I was raised by my great-grandmother, and we lived in an old two-story house that she rented. Granny had an adopted son named Robert, who was my uncle. He was deaf and disabled due to several serious health problems which negatively affected his ability to lead a normal life. He had no friends, and he felt left out by the family. Because of this he suffered with depression and stayed to himself. He would sleep for most of the day, and only come out at night to eat.
Robert’s life was very sad, but I learned at a very young age that he was an extremely talented person. He collected comics and had hundreds of them neatly organized and stored away. I have seen issue number one of many that would make him rich if he were alive today. To get them, my great-grandmother would make weekly trips to a locally owned drug store where she bought her medicine, and once a month she would have someone take her to Kmart or Roses in a neighboring town.
Robert was an extremely talented artist and could draw anyone or anything. He collected and built model cars, often kit bashing them before anyone knew what that was outside of the special effects industry. He also collected toys. Robert’s room was upstairs, and to get there you had to walk up a flight of stairs to a large landing. There was a door that led outside onto a balcony, and his room was off to the right. I remember going into his room and being amazed at what I saw.
There were toys everywhere, all neatly organized and displayed. There were action figures and vehicles from every franchise that you could imagine from the 60s, 70s, and then early eighties. Micronauts, Battlestar Galactica, He-Man and the Masters of the Universe, G.I. Joe, Star Trek, and yes Star Wars, and so many more! I was not allowed to touch his toys, and granny explained to me that Robert would often take them out to play with, and then he carefully stored each one of them in boxes. He had several large appliance boxes that he kept them all in to protect them.
Often when he would come downstairs, I would run up to Robert and hug him around his leg and hold on for dear life as he attempted to walk into the kitchen. He would reach down and pick me up with one hand, smiling and shaking his head. He would sometimes bring one or two of his toys’ downstairs and allow me to play with them, and then come back and get them later. I remember one instance where he brought down the original Colonial Viper and Cylon Raider from Battlestar Galactica, and we had a mock dogfight downstairs, walking around the room.

Robert is also the first person that I know of who could kit bash and make custom action figures. This was in the days before super articulation, and he would often disassemble figures, and then use a hobby knife to cut the hands or feet off of one, and glue them onto another. He would repaint them and make custom figures. He once did this with a Cobra figure and a Falcon from Masters of the Universe. He cut the wings off of the bird and glued them onto the back of the action figure, then repainted the figure to match the orange, blue, and white paint scheme.
I went through a very traumatic event at age six, which caused me to become introverted at a very young age. I was molested by an older male student in the bathroom of a private Christian school. I also witnessed things that scared me, and both of these events combined caused me to grow up fearing people, particularly adults, and specifically those in a position of authority. To this day I am afraid of adult men who are authority figures, because of what I went through as a child. It is just one of those things that I did not discuss until twenty-six years had passed, and by then I could not overcome the fear, despite trying to do so.
I was left traumatized, and to this day I still have flashbacks of what happened to me. I was also bullied in school, beginning in the first grade. By the time that I got into middle school, the bullying and harassment was a daily experience. I was in different classes with the same kids, who would call me names, laugh at me, throw objects at me, and spit on me. They would slap me in the back of the head while seated, or while standing in line to go to lunch. I was shoved in the bathroom frequently where I would fall into puddles of pee and beat up on the playground.
I would try to stand around teachers, and some would let me, and others would not. They would make me walk away, and when I did, I was jumped by more than one student. They would do the same thing after school while waiting on my ride, or if I had to walk home. I hated school, and I did not want friends, because I was rejected by everyone. Even the teachers and principals would laugh at me, calling me a tattle tale. They knew that was not the case, and I was afraid of them too. The only place that I felt safe was with my great-grandmother.
During this time in middle school, I came home one day after being beat up to find that my uncle had given me his entire toy collection. I was in disbelief, as I looked at the boxes in my room and dining room. Granny never told me why he chose to do that, but I believe that it was because my uncle’s depression had gotten the best of him. I was happy and excited, and I thanked him, and of course he smiled back, but I was too young to appreciate and recognize the value of what I had been given. as time passed many of them would become broken or missing parts, and others sold or thrown away.
Robert was eventually sent to a home in another city to live, and As I got into high school the bullying only continued every day. In February of 1995 granny went home to be with the Lord. It was the most devastating thing that I had experienced at that time, and I felt so lost without her. My mom and I were forced to move in with my grandmother, and everything that I had was lost. All that was familiar to me, and safe, was now gone. I had no one to turn to that I trusted, and nothing from my childhood remained but a few good memories, and many bad ones.
Over the next few years, I came across the new Star Wars Power of the Force toy line by Kenner while out at a store with my mom. Seeing them made me think of Robert, and all of the toys that he had given me and trusted me with. Mom began buying me some of the figures, and despite not having any room for anything, I had a small trunk at the foot of my bed to keep them in. I collected several of the figures and smaller vehicles, and in 1999 I got my first job. I continued to collect them for a couple of years, before giving them to a co-worker for her kids.
I wouldn’t collect any more toys again until 2007, and the first figure that I got was the 20th Anniversary Edition Optimus Prime. From that moment on I began to collect toys from every franchise that I grew up with. G.I. Joe, Halo, Star Trek, Star Wars, and Transformers were the main focus of my collection, and by 2012 I had a collection valued in excess of $5,000. That same year I got married, and I was very happy, but it would be short lived. The girl that I married was unfaithful to me from day one, and I spent a year and a half trying to save someone that didn’t want to be saved. I was abused, and beat up by ex-wife, her mother, and her stepfather whom she had been in an affair with.
She left me for someone else, and I was left in the hospital with a concussion and fear. My ex-wife hated my toy collection, and despite doing everything for her because I loved her, I thought that if I sold them, it would prove to her that I loved her, so I did. I sold my entire collection for $250, as well as selling almost everything else that I owned at the time. I was heartbroken, and sad, and at that point I had no intention of ever collecting toys again. Two years went by, and I learned of the new Star Wars film soon to be released, The Force Awakens.
Though I had not bought any more toys, I still liked to look at forums and pictures online of how others customized toys and reviewed them. It was something that I wanted to try, and so I sold some things and went out and bought the two new X-Wings from The Force Awakens toy line. I was excited, and it made me feel like a kid again. I slowly began to remember some of my childhood, and two very special Christmas’ when I was very young. How I longed to go back in time and be there again! I did not have a real smartphone at the time, or any camera equipment for that matter, but I was excited and wanted to try to do a toy review.

So, I stacked some books on top of my desk, and balanced the phone on its side against more books and filmed my first review of those X-Wings. The lighting and sound were bad, and the quality of the video was poor, but I enjoyed it. Out of that came the idea for my Youtube channel, Orion’s Belt Creations. I posted videos over the next several years, until I sold my collection once more to pay a debt. I again had no intention of collecting again, but I did. Over time I have slowly began to rebuild my collection, and now I have more toys than I did before.
I started a new professional YouTube channel, Dark Horizon Creations, and got serious about improving the quality of my reviews. I also invested hundreds of hours into learning how to customize toys and take pictures of them. Two years ago, I was diagnosed with Autism. After spending six years trying to get help, I was finally able to get the answers that I needed. Having that diagnosis gave me insight into why I couldn’t keep a job, and why I had difficulty in social interactions and settings.
I have lived a life full of trauma from an early age, and throughout those experiences I could always come home to granny and my toys. They are what made me happy, and what took my mind off of what I was experiencing at school, and sometimes at home. To this day when my feelings have been hurt, and I’m crying, I can sit down and start working on a custom toy, and pour all of my energies into that. Some of my best work, be it creative writing, custom projects, or toy photography, have all been born from a place of pain and rejection.
There are many reasons why I collect toys, but of them I think that it is that connection to those years back in my childhood that mean the most. They are a thread that keeps me tied to a place that I miss every moment of every day. If time travel were possible, I would be gone in an instant, and I would choose to live forever in those years.
So now you know why I collect toys. It’s not about money, or popularity, it’s about memories, and one day when my life is said and done, it will be my love of toys that people remember me for.

































