Twenty-five years ago, Peter Headley gave me the Transformer "Skids" for my birthday. He couldn't come to my party so he gave it to me at school. That very day, before I got to play with it much, Jeremiah Glenn broke one of its arms off whilst transforming it.
It was a hard lesson. Jeremiah was overly aggressive with the relatively fragile Autobot. I should have left the box in my backpack until I got home.

I just purchased the reissue of Skids, which you can see above. It's an authentic recreation of the original, save the fact that this packaging is in Japanese. The shape of the box is even the same (it would have fit in my backpack).
Actually, I bought two. One of them I opened to recuperate two and a half decades of lost time. The other one will remain in the packaging forever, as a sort of memento stulti.
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