My feverish fingers (and slightly chubby) tried in vain to start without damaging the blue cardboard box, object of desire. I did not believe himself. The Holy Grail, The precious, the Treasury, the same as my cousin, just like with his gun (with real bullets), its cords, its coloring sails ... The ability to float in the bath! And that anchor steel! The lookout with the telescope! The hold and the captain's quarters. This captain who combined the handicaps: the hook and wooden leg. As in the stories of Stevenson.
The epitome of happiness for a kid of 5 years, with no TV, and with the only escape from the urban sadness books and stories of pirates still my travels, those who have never left me and have given meaning .
This boat has accompanied me for years, for its robustness and its simple perfection, his attention to detail. I speak from memory, it said.
Today the subject has evolved without spoiling the varnish has changed, the captain regained his gam and paw (it is wrong), and he won a parrot (this was necessary). For the rest: no change, and that's good.
As I remember, this toy requires assembly by parents (who can complain? Not me). And small parts, relatively few compared to other clubs from the same collection, must be kept away from young suckers.
For the rest, this is the best buy of the Playmobil range without any subjectivity. And I can finally give my son all throughout my childhood, hoping it will derive as much pleasure and joy that his dad.
