“I can’t believe it;
I just can’t believe it,
The things I can do with my Spirograph”
It’s been almost 35 years since I last had the pleasure of making pictures with my Spirograph, and I still can’t get the catchy jingle out of my head. As I was recalling this ditty to my coworker, Jen, we started to discuss our favorite toys from childhood. Jen, a fan of tricked out auto motives, clearly recalled her “Dukes of Hazard” Big Wheel. I rememberd my original Big Wheel and how broken hearted I was to give it up when we moved overseas. My only consolation was that I gave my Big Wheel to my best friend so she, too, could wheel around sans helmet and safety items.
Once we moved to the Philippines, I was gifted with a cool bike, complete with flower-patterned banana seat, basket and even a speedometer. I spent many an afternoon racing down our dead end street and I even still have the scar on my knee from my worst wreck.
I was also in love with my Legos, my Lite Brite, but most of all, my Barbies. Yes, I was 13 years old when I gave up playing with my Barbies, just in time to start high school. When I was a kid, anyone who knew me knew that getting me a Barbie gift–any Barbie gift–would absolutely make my day. Any time my dad went on a business trip, he would always return with a gift for me–and that gift usually started with a “B” and ended in “arbie”. I was obsessed–I had at least 30 different dolls–Midges and Skippers and Kens, too– and they lived in townhouses and drove Corvettes and flew on “Barbie Airlines”. My dolls had their own salon, a Winnebago and a bike; albeit Barbie’s bike didn’t have a cool banana seat like mine. My dolls did, however, have their own seamstress. When my mom had some glamorous dresses made when we lived abroad, the extra material was donated to my Barbies. I also loved the accessories–the plastic shoes and purses that accompanied a brand new Barbie. I played with them endlessly…
My kids, of course, grew up in a different age. My daughters would not be caught dead playing with a Barbie at the ripe old age of 13. Polly Pockets and Bratz dolls ruled their adolescence and my boys are still enamored with, of course, video games. I have some amazing memories of my toys of yesteryear; what were some of your favorites?