Although my childhood was abundant with love and toilet-paper roll craft, it was – for the most part – lacking in 80's brand-name toys. Proud owner of one My Child and one Barbie (no accessories). I don't recall feeling too jibbed at the time, the kids in my street had enough toys for the whole neighborhood to play with including He-Man, She-Ra and their respective much-coveted castles.
And yet. Every time I trawl through a thrift store I do a quick ransack of the toys for a Care Bear (for BB, of course). And today there it was in full ginormous pink glory. Untagged.
Excuse me. Is this for sale?
How much is it?
ARE YOU CEREAL?!?! ONLY 8 BUCKS FOR A SUPER-SIZE CHEER BEAR AND NOSTALGIC FULFILLMENT?!
Um ok thanks. I think I'll take him.
My soft-toy-hating husbands' reply when I sent him the above photo:
It's official. I don't live there anymore. It's just a place I sleep most nights.