Its funny how when you are a kid , certain toys stand out and you never forget them. Most times it was Christmas when the bounty would show up. Mom handled all the shopping and she was very in tune to what us kids liked. So we never got something that we went , what is this ? Nope , it was something that we would play with and enjoy .
So the first real toy that I can recall having so much fun with was Billy Blastoff. I was really interested in space , astronauts and the like . I mean I do recall the lunar landing and Neil Armstrongs famous words ," This is one small step for man , One giant leap for mankind".Perhaps I was 5 years old or maybe 6 but opening up that little toy astronaut and its moon rover,lunar module made me happy . It was so cool . It would crawl over books that became moon craters. Then Billy would fight space monsters and go on new adventures . I was Billy , exploring the uncharted reaches of space.
There were many others as well . From G.I Joe , the classic , plus I even had the talking astronaut G.I Joe . Big Jim and his sports camper ,Six Million Dollar Man , a wild west cowboy set, Karate-Men , similar to Rock em Sock em robots (yes I has them as well) ,Spider-Man ,Battling Tops,Smash Up Derby etc.... You get the picture. My imagination created worlds and adventures without any scripted scenarios. It brings back fun memories and sometimes when I'm having a day , I reflect back to those innocent times. Truly it was a great childhood filled with many wonderful memories .
Now I know why older people look back and if you look really closely , you can see that child flicker in their eyes .
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I did get some cool toys, growing up. But, I thought that boys had the cooler toys. My brother would let me play with his stuff. Smash up derby, bionic man (I had the bionic woman). We both got very cool games, books and puzzles. That being said, I was such a tomboy. My poor Mom, she is and was a girly girl. I'm surprised she had as much patience with me, as she did. I think I was well into my teens, before I was allowed to wear light coloured clothing. I remember crawling around, in many a sandpile, building roads and running cars and trucks around them. Keep in mind, this was during the ringer washer days, not the automatics we have today. Every year, I'd ask for a truck for Christmas. What'd I get, you ask? A stupid doll. Even though I like little kids, I never knew what to do with a doll. If there were little kids around, I played with them so their Moms could have a break. But, that being said, I must acknowledge the 3 best dolls that I ever received. One had a pink bathtub with a facecloth, towel, soap and shampoo. The second one was the doll whose hair could grow longer or shorter by turning a button. She had long dark hair. Finally, I had an older cousin who gave me a little dark haired doll with the cutest red dress on. This was the era when pretty little girls and dolls had blond curly hair with a bow in it. I was born with black, poker straight hair. What stands out to me? Their hair and the shampoo. So, that's why I'm a hairdresser. Seriously, if you'd told my Mom that I was someday going to become one. Better yet, be still in the business almost 25 years later, and absolutely love it. She'd have laughed her head off. Despite currently living in an all male household, I can say with pride, I am a real girly girl with just a touch of tomboy left. It is, after all, my remote. Love you, Mrs Reg
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