Toy Party!

Scrappy Jessi is hosting a "Favorite Childhood Toys Party" where we can all take a walk down memory lane.

When I first started searching for pictures for this party I knew I didn't have very many myself, then I realized I couldn't get to the boxes of pictures my mom has because they are all somewhere in the storage building. Just one more reason my parents shouldn't have moved to the Caribbean! Just kidding Mom :) So here is what I have. It only spans the really early years.


What little girl doesn't pine away for a pony?! Well, this is my pony... my plastic pony... with wheels. I don't remember it, but there are quite a few pictures of us together so I must have loved her dearly.


Another fake animal on wheels. It looks like my grandma actually had more fun with this one than I did. Do you see Raggedy Ann in the background there? I don't remember her either, but I do remember another one I had. She was a big plastic "piggy bank". She was sitting down on something and had a slot in the top of her head. I used to try to sit in her lap and what I remember the most about her was her smell... literally a sweet smell to her.


Graduated rings. They still make these, don't they?


And when those pricey toys just won't do the trick, there is always old school clothespins and Tupperware.


Tape recorders are ALWAYS EXCITING toys!


Of course all little girls have to have baby dolls. I wasn't lacking in the baby doll area, either. The one I remember the most was the one that ate and peed. It was the coolest thing. Did any one else ever do this... as soon as I got a new doll, I would undress it just so I could dress it myself. Never failed it was always the first thing I did.

What I don't have pictures of are my all time favorites and the one I hated. Some of you may already know this, but I had a sock monkey. Oh my goodness! It scared me to death! To this day I don't like sock monkeys. My favorites however were my Mr. Potato Head and my Barbies. I had a barbie house. Not THE barbie house mind you, but a barbie house I used to like to call her "country home". I would spend hours and hours decorating that house down to the littlest detail, such as making toilet paper rolls for the bathroom. How I never became an interior designer when I grew up beats me!

I should probably add a picture of my little brother. He was a toy to me. I had a gazillion dress up clothes and I would go to town making him the most gorgeous diva in the world! Hmmm, I didn't grow up to be a fashion designer either.

So the toy that got away that I would kill for today, was actually more of a showcase doll than a play doll. However, I play with her all the time. I think my aunt brought her back from France for me. She was a Marie Antoinette-like doll. The big, white, fluffy hair, over-the-top velvet dress with lace and bows. Gorgeous! How I loved her... how I wish I still had her!!

So there you go. Thanks for strolling with me. Go check out everyone else's childhood toys. I'm going to... should be lots of fun!