Like you my toys were never exactly "right". They were mostly 2nd hand. My roller skates had metal wheels and ball bearings. I wanted rubber wheels. The scooter had blow up wheels. Brand new it would have cost a fortune but it wasn't right. My first bike was a battered blue two wheeler. Every child in the neighbourhood learned to ride on that bike so their shiny new ones remained pristine. One of my best presents was a blackboard and Father Christmas had written on it 'HAPPY CHRISTMAS CHARLOTTE'. How did he know my name???
I LOVED this - every toy, a million memories. And like you, books were a saving grace. One Christmas, between the rellies and Dad and Mum I received 13 books. It was the best Christmas ever. While my friends got clothes, pretty pyjamas and smelly soaps, I got books! Perfection.
Like you my toys were never exactly "right". They were mostly 2nd hand. My roller skates had metal wheels and ball bearings. I wanted rubber wheels. The scooter had blow up wheels. Brand new it would have cost a fortune but it wasn't right. My first bike was a battered blue two wheeler. Every child in the neighbourhood learned to ride on that bike so their shiny new ones remained pristine. One of my best presents was a blackboard and Father Christmas had written on it 'HAPPY CHRISTMAS CHARLOTTE'. How did he know my name???
The bitter sweet of childhood toys. I was amused and appalled at all the kids learning how to ride on your bike.
I LOVED this - every toy, a million memories. And like you, books were a saving grace. One Christmas, between the rellies and Dad and Mum I received 13 books. It was the best Christmas ever. While my friends got clothes, pretty pyjamas and smelly soaps, I got books! Perfection.
!3 books, Prue! I'm so envious. You should aim to beat that this Christmas.
Trouble is I was only ten at the time and books seemed so much cheaper then... Happy Christmas, Martin.