Vintage toys – a trip down memory lane
My joy, that Christmas, when I spotted a Girl’s World-sized box under the Christmas tree, knew no bounds.
I remember all this because my mum – storer of clutter extraordinaire – kept all my toys. I was a careful girl, who’d rather just look at my toys, sometimes, than ruin them by playing with them with anything other than utmost respect, so most were in pristine condition.
Now, each year, when I bring my children to stay at my mum’s, she produces something of mine from the attic for DD to play with – and this year was the turn of the Girl’s World.
Her face is still made-up with the blue eye shadow I gave her back in 1982 (I know this because, always careful to document things, I left a note saying when I’d last played with it – April 18, 1982, age 11).
Along with Girl’s World, mum also got down my old Barbie pony, which I probably played with till I was much older than I’d care to admit. It’s so special to me, I almost didn’t want DD to touch it!
Wow, what memories.