I bound out of bed in eager anticipation of the start of the day. No one had to tell me to set the alarm last night — it's the only time I don't mind rising early. It's the mid 1970s, and for me it's the days of Lego blocks and Tinker Toys, Estes model rockets and action figures (and no, in the boy world you don't call them dolls!). My life is relatively simple; to me, the biggest problems on this earth are homework, the occasional bully and an always skimpy defense budget (you don't raise an armed force of hundreds of toy soldiers, ships, planes and forts from nothing, you know). My greatest ambitions are winning the next battle on the living room floor and saving enough money to buy that ever elusive but oh-so-cool radio control plane I pine after.