A friend of mine recently celebrated her son’s sixth birthday. Her little boy wanted a certain present and nothing else in this world would do. Her story reminded me of a birthday I celebrated when I was back in elementary school. I knew what I wanted for my birthday. I’d seen it on TV and I was determined to have it, do or die. My parents took me to Toy R Us on my birthday and I ran over to the isle displaying the toy of my dreams. My parents were stunned when they saw what it was—especially my father. He tried to talk me out of getting it, in fact, but I would not budge. No one could have been happier than I was as we walked away with my newly purchased toy. I slept with it, took baths with it and took it with me everywhere I went. Over time, I literally loved it to pieces. Its head eventually fell off and that was the end of it. I was infinitely sad over its loss (even if my father wasn’t). So what was this favorite childhood gift? Click the link below to see the original commercial that lead me to covet this oh so wonderfully desirable toy.
I look back in hindsight and can only ask one question: WHAT WAS I THINKING?