 So I was in my first year of college at the time, but I go home, and I dig out this big box in the garage, and I was a little sad because they weren't as white and pristine as I had remembered them. But I still had a lot of them. But now I've got this new bug inside of me that wants them all. I want the things I never had as a kid. How am I going to do that? Well, this was 1992.