Pardon me, but I have been watching mini-documentaries on TLC about Christmas traditions and lights and whatnot. I also may or may not have a Pink Squirrel or 2 in my system.
Did you know that 2 Barbie dolls are sold in the world EVERY SECOND? I was never a fan of Barbie. Never had any desire to play with them. We had boxes of them, hand-me-downs from my sister, who is 10 years older than me. I just couldn’t be bothered. I was always more of a fan of stuffed animals, or plushies, whatever you call them.
One year, I got not ONE, but TWO Q-Bert plushies. The nose squeaked if you squeezed it. I danced around the house listening to the “Mirage” cassette by Fleetwood Mac that I also got for Christmas that year, squeezing Q-Bert’s nose.
I never claimed to be a normal kid.
Some girls wanted Barbie and a head to put make up on with hair to butcher style. I just wanted to play Frogger and pretend that my Garfield toy was real. I wanted to be Mighty Mouse and save the day. I wanted to live in a world filled where Smurfs and My Little Ponies hung out and listened to Duran Duran and Men At Work.
It’s kinda nice to just sink back into that mindset for a while. Just reminisce about childhood and simpler times and whatnot.