This question makes a great ice breaker at a party or when you are doing a presentation with adults. As a bonus, you find out the ages of the adults without even asking! LOL
Childhood lasted a long time, so there were different toys for different seasons, right?
Early Childhood
Until I was seven, Randy and I shared a room. There were two toys I remember. He had a record player for 78 RPM records and loved the song, “Clementine.” My toy of choice was a doll bed that my grandfather made for me. It had a little quilt and for some reason, I set it on fire in my bedroom. I was about four or five and was being way too quiet for a preschooler. My mom found me carrying the flaming blanket to the bathroom on my tip toes, where I knew water would put out the flames. She threw the bed out a window and probably doused it with the hose. The quilt was toast. The bed had a scorched side. I learned a lesson – don’t burn stuff inside the house when you’re mom’s around.
Elementary Childhood
Dolls, dolls and dolls. My favorite was a Ginny doll mom bought me the day before I went to the hospital when I was seven. The rest of the tradition included some new pajamas and lunch at L.S. Ayres on the Circle in downtown Indianapolis. I had had several surgeries on my mouth from birth, so for me being in the hospital was a place to play with other children with our new toys. It was not a tragedy and I never dreaded it.
Teen Years
Even older children had to have Barbie dolls. I was about 12 and learned to sew when I got Barbie and all her accessories. When I was about 13, I started roller skating. When I turned 16, Mom bought me my own beautiful white roller and ice skates. I spent many happy hours at the rinks learning to dance, figure skate, and tragically, racing around the rinks in Portland, Oregon.
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29 responses to “#Bloganuary #4: Favorite Toy”
what a fun way to remember your childhood. I think my favorite toys were a ball of any kind, Matchbox cars, and an electronic kit…
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My brother liked cars and built stick aluminum people to ride in them.
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I don’t know if I could have made aluminum people that small to fit in my cars!
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Aluminum foil I should have said. He wasn’t a 5-year-old welder, but he used a ton of AL foil. 🙂
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I was assuming it was aluminum foil, but that still seems like a challenge 🙂
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Not if you just wad it up and roll it. I did say stick figures.
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🙂
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Wonderful memories of your childhood!
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You are hilarious. I infer that it’s OK to burn stuff in the house when Mom isn’t around. Hardy har.
I loved my Tintair doll. I still have her. She is wearing her original dress, but the bottles of tint and the box disappeared. If I had them, she would be worth beaucoup bucks. I loved to color her hair. I started coloring mine when I was 14. Maybe she inspired me. I named her Elizabeth after Liz Taylor, my favorite movie star.
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This response is so totally you – glamorous and humble all at the same time. Elizabeth Taylor would be your perfect role model. And mine at the time was Shirley Temple. I started coloring my hair at the old age of 17 after getting my first gray hair at age 13! I didn’t have a Tintair doll. How cute. Next time I come, you must introduce us.
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Don’t burn stuff in the house when your mom is around!!!! I’m glad you learned that lesson! 🤣🤣🤣
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I did. I still got in trouble years later for burning the garbage in the big oil drum we used. Apparently, my fire was too hot or high or something. Eventually, when I was about 18, I did burn the house down partially – not on purpose. I left an iron plugged in and turned on and the wiring was bad. A friend – a volunteer fireman just happened to stop by when we were gone and smelled it. He saved the day. We came home to firetrucks. Fortunately, it was still livable thanks to my friend. So, I think fire is my nemesis and mom had a pretty good rule not to burn in the house. Now my problem is leaving the stove on because I’ve accidentally turned the knob on with my hip when I’m reaching for something. We’ve both done it several times. The handles turn on way too easily! Yikes!
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That was very lucky. I’m accidental prone too but with other things, like cutting my hand or burning my fingers.
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Ouch! Oh, I’ve done some of that, too. I could write a book about being a klutz. 🙂 Thanks for making me feel better, Sadje! LOL
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I blame it on my star sign, Sagittarius!
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I’m Scorpio, so not far ahead of you. When’s your birthday? Vince’s is Nov. 25.
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Mine is 23rd November.
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You are close! My first husband’s BD was Nov. 22nd. He would have been 3 days older than Vince.
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I have a birthday twin blogger here as well. 😍
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My twin is Cee Neuner. We are both November 7th even though I’m 9 years older.
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I don’t know how old Barbara is. Perhaps the same age as me.
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Now, you’ll be curious!
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Perhaps I’ll ask her on our next birthday!
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You have quite a wait. LOL
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That’s true 😃
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I can picture you a doll girl. 😀 😀
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I loved collecting them. My mom’s Shirley Temple doll was another favorite. Mom and I watched them all together.
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Do you know Vanda of https://two-sisters.blog/ She is a doll collector She has blog all about it. I can find that link, but if you ask her, I’m sure she would give it to you.
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I don’t know her. I’ll check her out.
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