Shuttering my childhood playroom

It is an odd synchronicity that the Star Trek and Star Wars franchises are closing their doors for the final time this year. Within a week of each other, in fact.(this May) And it's odd that a 35 year old man even cares, but then it seems I'm not the only one to note the passing. . I'm not sure, but I feel like I have to be a part of the first generation of men who collect toys. At least if you aren't John Waters. It's kind of weird how some of my childhood interests continued to pander to me as I got older. Take comic books for example. No ten-year-old of today that I know of reads them, and my local comics shop is populated with nothing but 20 and 30-year-olds. Creepy, really. I remember an old friend tell me that his childhood ended when they put Darth Vader to the flame at the end of Return of the Jedi. And tha's what has been so interesting about these franchises, they are like mile markers in my life; they can all take me back to a different frame of mind when I didn't know as much as I do now, and I was no doubt better off for it. Well, it looks like they are putting my childhood to the flame in just over a month, but then all things must pass. Feh.
More reflections on this later...