I've always loved action figures, as a kid they were my first choice over toy cars. I fell in love with these Mexican plastic luchador figures when I was a kid. They have no bells and whistles, they don't even move their arms or legs, or come in fancy packaging. They're actually very primitive, poorly painted, not branded, and are most likely made from the same mold. Despite all of this I've always liked them. Now as an adult I realize that my interest in these luchador action figures is mostly nostalgia. I've come to realize that these represent the times and people that will no longer return, simpler times...moments I should've cherished more and that I took for granted not knowing any better. These simple and most likely led contaminated luchador figures take me back to my trips to Mexico as a kid. Running around in the plaza with my siblings and cousins not giving a fuck, hanging out in my grandma's little store and watching novelas at night as a family. People watching from her doorstep and greeting those who passed by with an, "Adiosssssss," and doing it all over again the next day. You always assumed you'd be back again the next year but things changed and times evolved and those trips got less and less frequent as we grew up until all I had left were the memories.