Barbies and dolls. And I never got the memo that Barbie gave you body images.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I also played with lego's and matchbox cars because I had nasty old BROTHERS!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
My first favorite toy when I was really young was a stuffed blue rabbit I creatively named Bunny Blue. I loved that animal. Being the 70s the ears were made of some coat hanger like metal & I caught him on fire when I stuck one of his ears in an outlet. My neighbor found me walking down the road pretty far from home. I was taking him to the hospital.
Later I liked Barbies, the Barbie head that you put makeup on, etch a sketch, Spirograph, light bright (my brother's), Simon, bike.......
I had all the Volron stuff. I even had two castles. I got one from Santa and my Aunt & Uncle got me one for my birthday. Being a few days apart, I ended up with two.
Then when I was a little older, my sister and I were all about our Nintendo. Super Mario Brothers. Tetris. Legend of Zelda. We spent hours playing those games. They were da bomb
We did not have too may toys. Those that we had, we played hard with so most did not last.
We played outside a lot. I was not a big fan of dolls but I had some to play with some neighbors and cousins. Tonka trucks, matchbox cars, rope swing, bicycles, tree fort, cap guns (paper strips and the plastic circle kind).
Parents also had a permanent campsite. Fishing and hiking were often on the daily agenda for DB and me and other friends from the campground. Monopoly or other games at night. Campfires.
But I would use the old cardboard boxes from the coca-cola company and make my own doll houses.
I loved my kitchen set too.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
It looked like that. The sink really worked too. And I had a kitchen table set to match.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
When I was a kid, the nearest library had a limit of SIX books per check out.
Mom would not take me often enough...
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Once in the summer, I spent the whole day engrossed in a book. My mom made me go outside, saying it wasn't right to spend a summer day indoors reading. I took the book, climbed a tree, and read the book up in the tree. When my dad got home from work I was up there reading and he asked my why. I think they had a good "discussion" about it that night. Pretty sure Dad won, as Mom never made me put down a book to go outside again.
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Out of all the lies I have told, "just kidding" is my favorite !
A book was never refused. We would come home from school and find books in our room. Mom and dad bought books that were delivered to the house.
I am the same. Books were and are always welcome.
Probably why I have so many gathering dust.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I remember how popular you were if you still had a skate key...
We did play a lot outside, group games mostly. Heck in summer, we'd be out the door after breakfast, wherever we were at lunch time, the mom would poke a sack of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches out the door, and if she was in good mood, a pitcher of Koolaid with dixie cups. Otherwise, we drank out of the hose.
I had lots of books, plus the bookmobile came to our school once a week. I would climb up the big maple behind our house, where the branches made a really good seat and read.