Friday, January 20, 2006

Question 8

What was your favorite toy/object from when you were a child?

Do you still have it?

21 Comments:

At 10:26 AM , Blogger Leetie said...

A stuffed turtle that my mom made for me out of some wacky printed fabrics.

I think it fell apart. :(

 
At 10:43 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

*reaches in pants*

Yep, still got it!

-cbol

 
At 10:53 AM , Blogger punky said...

Ha! Excellent.

 
At 11:02 AM , Blogger Higgy said...

I suppose after c-bol's comment, me saying my thumb is passe....

I guess as a small child I did have a blankie - but that's long since gone the way of the dodo.

My wife's favorite toy was a little stuffed elephant. Now minus his trunk, she still has it!

 
At 11:08 AM , Blogger Tamara said...

*SNOOOORRRKKK!!!!* @ Cbol!!!!

I hate monkeys/primates/gorillas/whatever, but when I was a kid I had a collection of various sizes of a kind of stuffed gorilla that could suck its thumb. I called them "Gongas". My baby brother, as a newborn, looked just like the largest one.

I had to leave all my favorite things behind when I was ten years old and switched parents.

But my dad kept a bunch of my stuff with him wherever he moved, and so, many years later, I got the littlest baby Gonga back. It is the only thing I have from my early childhood. I love my Baby Gonga. *teary-eyed*

 
At 11:15 AM , Blogger punky said...

I had this little yellow macramé basket/purse thingy. It was a wicker basket that had a macramé top that cinched with long rope handles to form a purse ... but when you opened the macramé part and dropped it down over the sides of the basket, it formed a bassinet ... and I would keep a tiny little doll in there. When I got older, I introduced a boy doll and I named him John. I named the little girl Mary. And then I'd sing "John won't you Marry Merry Mary ... John won't you Marry Mary 'eh?"

Yeah. I was a quirky kid. Never really outgrew it.

I loved that toy.

 
At 11:25 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

That's just weird, b/c I called it "Baby Gonga" and sang that exact same John and marry merry Mary song when I...

Ok, probably not.

-cbol

 
At 11:29 AM , Blogger punky said...

btw ... Baby Gonga sounds like the monchichi I used to have.

Mon-chichi, Monchichi, oh so soft and cud-dle-ly, with his thumb in his mouth he's really neat, fun to fiddle with his little feet, yah yah yah..yah yah yah, Mon-chichi Monchichi!

 
At 11:55 AM , Blogger MrFisher said...

G.I. Joes and Star Wars Figures.

As I got older I decided to take all the G.i. Joes apart (against my mothers wishes) and reconfigure them with different heads and torsos on different legs. I never did. I just took them all apart. They're still in a bucket somewhere at my mum's house, and she has never let me live it down, even to this day.

Oh, and I liked balls. Any and all shapes and sizes. I especially liked to hit and kick them.

Miraculously, I too still have them.

Just not in my pants.

 
At 3:01 PM , Blogger Kafaleni said...

I had a large (well comparatively large given that I was 3 when I received it) yellow teddybear that my aunt named Noo Noo (her nickname for her husband.. she also had an even larger yellow bear with the same name). I've still got him somewhere. He's kinda dirty and musty smelling, he only has one eye and he has a large ugly scar up his back where he split open and I "operated" him shut again with all the skill an 8 year old can muster. He's perfect.. kinda manky and floppy, but I wouldn't change a thing.

 
At 4:02 PM , Blogger Tamara said...

I looked up monchichi's online; they're similar to my Gonga's, but not quite the same. Gonga's were less cheerful-looking and had light-colored fur.

I'll take a photo of Baby Gonga for you later. :)

 
At 7:34 PM , Blogger Mad Scientist said...

I was given a brown bear for my first Christmas. He never left my side for long. My sister often threatened to throw him out car windows and set him on fire. She would threaten the bear hourly. I still have him. He is sewn together in places, but he still has all his parts and stuffing.

Hi Punky I haven't commented until today, but I just read through all the questions and answers. Great site.

Have a great weekend everyone

 
At 8:17 PM , Blogger Slyeyes said...

Apparently, I was too fickle to have a favorite toy, 'cause I can't think of any. Unless you count my little sister, 'cause tormenting her was FUN!

 
At 9:14 PM , Blogger punky said...

Thanks, Mad ... great to see you.

Sly ... hmmm ... well then ... did you have a favorite anything? Dress, game, pet, candy, torture device?

 
At 1:17 AM , Blogger Kafaleni said...

oooh.. torture devices for use on little sisters. Rope's good. For tying her to chairs.. tying her up and leaving her places, tying her stuff up into trees to high for her to reach... and it's fun for playing with other people's very grown up brothers, too.

 
At 10:34 AM , Blogger Sarah O. said...

Being a little sister, I don't appreciate sibling-tying rope as much as kaf :-)

And I didn't have C-bol's favorite toy.

I had this wonderful toy clock when I was 3 or 4. It had a few beautiful brightly colored gears that I could take out and re-assemble. I did that a lot.

It probably got thrown away when we moved when I was 5.

I don't remember being traumatized by its disappearance but I'm very reluctant to throw out my kids' old toys.

 
At 12:40 PM , Anonymous Shaay said...

OMG Punky! I had one of those bassinets too, except the "bottom" of mine was the bottom of a dishwashing soap bottle. And I'm strangly excited to remember this little toy 30 years later...

A friend of my Grandmother's made it for me. She gave it to me the night we caught fireflies in her backyard. My Mama was so busy playing with me outside that we both almost missed dinner.

Maybe memories are the best childhood remnants...

 
At 12:44 PM , Anonymous Shaay said...

My macrame bassinet was yellow too, btw.

But I didn't sing about John and Merry Mary, unlike you and, apparently, Cbol.

 
At 3:21 PM , Anonymous Sallyacious said...

Mine was a Raggedy Andy doll made for me by some relative. On his chest, under his shirt, is an embroidered heart with the words, "I love you."

He's filthy now. His face is all stained, his shirt is ripped, his red yarn hair is parted in back so it looks like he's balding. His feet are attached to his legs with sturdy masking-tape bandages. And he's sitting in the place of honor in the comfy chair in my office. Raggedy Anne is sitting there with him, but I somehow don't have the same attachment to her.

 
At 9:35 PM , Anonymous Susan said...

My sister and I had a game...I've never seen it since. There was a house...with a chimney. Each player got a plastic ginger bread man...there were plastic shapes dropped in the chimney. Each player took turns pulling a lever (shaped like a candy cane) on the side of the house...one piece would come out the front door. The idea was to fill in the ginger bread man...there were different shaped pieces...or different colored ones...some of the details are fuzzy but I loved that game. Just pulling the handle to release the pieces was fun.

 
At 1:55 PM , Anonymous boo augustus said...

My earliest favorite toy was my Zip Monkey. He's in the cedar chest at Mom's. Along with my baby blanket.

I also still have my Legos and Smurfs.

 

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