With the Christmas holidays quickly approaching, I thought I’d share a few of the toys I asked Santa for when I as a kid.
Now remember, when I was a youngster (during the 1950’s and 60’s ) there were no high-tech gadgets such as, computers or video games, so you had to use your imagination to play.
Oh dear….what’s imagination you ask?
That’s that thing in our brains which many kids of today have slowly forgotten about because technology, as wonderful as it is, has NUMBED it into oblivion.
However, when I was a kid you had to use your imagination to create something from nothing.
I can still remember using one of my mothers empty plastic Clorox bleach bottles to create a PIGGY BANK.
I wasn’t a kid who wished for anything outlandishly expensive or complicated. I much preferred playing with toys that were simple; allowing me to use my creativity.
Here are some of the things I placed on my Christmas wish list of days gone by…..
Magic 8 Ball: I loved this toy because it always made me feel like a psychic - as though I could predict the future. One of my favorite questions to ask was, “Will I pass my math test on Wednesday?” The Magic 8 Ball always said, “You may rely on it.” But it LIED….because I always FAILED.
Etch A Sketch: One of my favorite things to do with this toy was to privately sit in my bedroom on a Saturday afternoon and sketch dirty words like: SHIT, BITCH, and ASS, and then quickly turned it over and erase them before my mother walked in and caught me. *Yeah, I was an EVIL child.
Colorforms: I loved this toy not only because it was so much fun to create little scenes from my favorite cartoon The Jetsons, but more so because of the way the plastic colorform pieces SMELLED. Somehow the aroma of colorforms sent me into a blissful state of nirvana; sniffing the pieces and staring into SPACE.
Polaroid Swinger Camera: I just HAD to have one of these when I was a kid. I guess that was when I began my interest in photography. The year I got this camera for Christmas, it also came with FOUR cartridges of film. ALL of which I used to take photographs of my younger brother Tom. At one point my mother said to me, “Okay, Ronnie….can you at least take pictures of something else? I’m SICK of looking at your BROTHER!!!!!”
Operation: This game was not only fun, but also nerve-wracking because if you accidentally set off the red alarm on the patients nose, it made you JUMP off the floor and SCREAM. Later, when I got much older (into my 30’s) it was even more fun to play this game with friends after smoking some grass; making us ultra PARANOID.
Barbie: This was a toy I had always wished for, but never got. Bummer.
DAMN YOU, SANTA! Didn’t you realize I was GAY????