When I was about four years old my grandma bought me a gift. It was a toy named He-Man. He had armor and a sword. My brother got Skeletor. We played with those for years. We loved them so much we asked for more. Every store, or market I went to I had to search for He-Man action figures. I got Adam, Man-At-Arms, Moss Man, and my favorite villian, Beast Man all before I was in the first grade.

My brother got Hordak, another Beast Man, and Castle Grayskull. We got more and more toys. We had two horses, He-Man's tiger, three other vehicles, all of Skeletor's and Hordak's minions (except Evil-Lyn), and most of He-Man's pals. We staged great battles that would cover the whole house, and take up most of the day. He-Man had a perfect winning streak, but something was missing. At a rummage sale, someone was throwing out what I needed. Someone for He-Man to love, Teela.

One day I was watching TV, but nothing good was on, since they took off Masters of the Universe. Suddenly, I caught the previews for what was coming on next, Masters of the Universe the movie! I ran and got a tape to record it. It was pretty cool.

Now I would be criticized if I played with He-Man toys. I say the heck with it. Once in a while I'm tempted to get in touch with my roots. He-Man and his many adventures are forgotten in my town. I alone remember the best toy, comic character, cartoon character, book character, movie star, and Master of the Universe. I miss the days of He-Man. I'm keeping all of my items for my children and grandchildren when the time comes for them. I won't let the legacy be forgotten. I fear I will never again hear the the voice of Adam when he raises his sword, and says "I have the power, of Grayskull!"