I remember the jingle, I remember the joy of constant motion like hula hooping with one ankle while jumping over the red bell which must have been left over from some ornaments that didn’t sell. This item was one of my all time favorite toys and yet no-one realized I had an anxiety disorder and couldn’t stop moving, ever. Can you imagine kids today playing with this? It takes too much energy and requires too little electricity.
I may actually have asked for these but they might have been given to me to encourage my creativity. I remember using them quite a bit. I love connecting things, words, people. These were a way to work out my mad free associations. They were very hippy like, in a plastic sort of way. Construct-o straws did not make me want to be an architect or a homeowner. They made me think about nothing for a long time and I guess that was good for me.
Another toy I spent way too much time with. Maybe I wasn’t allowed to color outside the lines enough. I still think it’s kind of neat and may want to find one and try it out again. The haircut and the excessive height of the girl in blue makes me think they stole my identity or maybe this was just marketed to geeky girls. Spirograph sounds like the trail left by a gram negative bacteria which could cause syphilis, but it’s so pretty.
I’m sure I’ll think of more presents, decorations and stories. December 1st is coming! Time to decorate the house. But first some peppermint ice cream with chocolate sauce. Maybe some spirochetes sprinkled on top!