I was a toy collector into my mid twenties. I felt completely comfortable spending a big hunk of cash on all the Transformers I wanted. In a way I felt like I was making up for all those toys I wanted from my childhood. But after a few moves, they started to look like useless trophies that were just collecting dust, and they got thrown out.
Now I'm in my early thirties, and there's no toys in the house. Every now and then, I feel a twinge of nostalgia and browse the toy aisle at a department store. I wish I could say I could raise some excitement, but the only emotion I get is a slight feeling of embarrassment that I must look like some dodgy old guy lurking around.
Maybe if I have kids I'll be able to live vicariously through them, but until them the toy store just doesn't have anything for me anymore.