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?
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.
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.
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.