A few weeks ago, I was back home and my brother gave me a toy of mine he'd come across in a box of his own stuff. Assuming that it had been lost to the ages, I was pretty happy to see that E.T. was still around and in one piece.
[Image courtesy of eBay]
Speaking of E.T. and Christmas, I couldn't help but think of a few snapshots from the family album. As you can see, on Christmas Day of 1983, even though I was sporting my new E.T. sweatshirt, I wasn't very happy to be getting a sweater for Christmas. My brother, on the other hand, was standing to the side apparently doing his best to get me excited. Check out his sweet belt buckle.
Later in the day, at my other grandparents' house, my E.T. sweatshirt and I were clearly more interested in opening a Jabba the Hutt playset.