Ah, you beat me to it. Well, I think you know my answer to this one.
Although, after whingeing about not having a Big Trak, I did go off on a long internal argument about which I would rather have had, given a choice of one or 'tother- Big Trak or Simon. I think, on balance, Big Trak wins.
I had a Simon. It rocked. I had a chemistry set and, stupid stupid child that I was, never used it.
To be honest what I always wanted, and am still bitter about to this very day, was a Apple IIc+. You could draw little pictures! Save them! Print them! I saw the future when I looked at those glossy ads, but my parents were too stupid/poor to fulfill my vision.
Not only was I a spoiled little bastard, I had a twin, so I had a big toy collection x2. However, that didn't prevent me craving a secondary toy collection (primary collection: Star Wars and Transformers) comprising of Action Force firgures and vehicles.
I never got the Millenium Falcon. Instead I got the TIE fighter. Did this affect my personality? Could it be seen as a metaphor for the eternal struggle between Good and Evil for the possession of a child's soul? This, gentle reader, I leave to you to decide...
Loomis that's tragic, I hope you eventually healed.
For me the one thing that sticks out clearly is never having a Megadrive. I know I was older then, but loads of kids would have a Megadrive and I only ever had a Master System 2.
Did you see how better Sonic was on the Megadrive?
I wanted Rupert the Bear. I used to cut out pictures of him from catalogues and stare at them longingly.
Apparently I was told that I could buy one with my own money, but for some reason I didn't do so. My mum occasionally likes to ask me if I want one for my birthday now, which is just disturbing.
I wanted Scalextric or Meccano. I remember getting a doll for Xmas when I was four or five. I threw it out of the window and screamed my head off because I wanted Scalextric.
ooh, I had one of those, though to be honest it wasn't all that good.
My personal childhood trauma was my parents buying a BBC instead of a C64 because it was more "educational".
I wanted a He-man! Apparently my folks left it too late so I got a he-man poster instead apparently I was very very upset and wondered why Santa could be so cruel. I think that's probably where my plan to capture him started....
I got a Snake mountain fake one year but to be honest it was probably the best toy I had, with hidden traps and a little slide that took the little gay men down into the lava below....
it was probably the best toy I had, with hidden traps and a little slide that took the little gay men down into the lava below....
*sobs*
Actually I wrote that all wrong, I wanted a snake mountain but didn't get one but the fake one was much better, so don't cry too much, or do..I'm not sure...
I never got an wrestlers or turtles or star wars toys, I always got weird looking things that looked like Eastern European cartoons like these weird rubber animal men things.
I did get a C64 though which was surprising and when I was younger me and my sister got a black and white TV for our room which both of us failed to realise was in fact our great aunties old one.
I was also a pretty spoiled child but I never got the Big Yellow T-Pot that I longed for.
Nor the Lego Technics set(s) that consumed with longing for years. Like MC/Hattie, I think at least one year I got a doll instead, and chopped its hair off in disgust.
(Mind you, I did get all the my little ponies my heart could desire *and* the stable, so it wasn't all Dickensian deprivation down my way)
Oh boy, where to begin. I got almost none of the toys I so coveted. *SOB!*
The periwinkle-colored care bear (the sleepy one)
Robie the Robot
The board game called Mouse Trap
A REAL Cabbage Patch doll
What I got were other toys, usually totally unrelated to what I wanted - like scores of paint-by-numbers because I was "artistic." People, who gives an "artistic" kid a toy that involves meticulously coloring in the lines with predetermined colors? It's just cruel!
Or worse, I get these really, really tragic fake facsimiles of what I wanted. The pinnacle being the Cabbage Patch doll. When these were all the rage, my parents figured why spend so much on the real thing? - so I got a cheapo knockoff. But there were rumors that the knockoffs were stuffed with kerosene soaked rags, and it was decided that mine smelled a little kerosene-y. So they took my doll away, ripped the body off, and had a seamstress friend sew a hideous blob of a body on to the head. It didn't even have a belly button!
Loomis - I would have felt exactly the same about your father's creation. Mine did something similar (Tracey Island I think), but now I look back and feel really guilty for the fuss I made at not getting the real thing as his home-made mock-up was actually very well done and must have taken him ages!
scores of paint-by-numbers because I was "artistic." People, who gives an "artistic" kid a toy that involves meticulously coloring in the lines with predetermined colors? It's just cruel!
Oh gawd. You've just unearthed my repressed trauma. I got loads of those, for same reason, and I fucking *hated* them.
Here! Colour in a craply-line-drawn picture of a shire horse with preselected terrible quality paints! You'll like that! You're artistic
If anyone wants me, I'll be rocking backwards and forwards in the corner with suppressed rage.
Ha! All this painting by numbers talk reminded me of a tiger picture I had, it was like an acid flashback. It wasn't paint or um numbers either but a large poster sized black and white picture of a tiger the lines were thick felt and you had to colour it in with pens... I had it on my wall for years.
I know what you mean. When I was about 13 I had something similar with all kinds of parrots (I had decided to decorate my room with an "island paradise" theme).
Those pen-coloring kits are pretty fun. Whenever I see a reasonably cool one at the store I'm always tempted to buy it.
Oh God yes. Even to this day, when I'm old enough to not only know better but to know that it's a pretty poo game APART FROM THE FIRST TIME YOU PLAY IT, I instinctively reach for my wallet whenever I pass it in a shop. Fortunately the wallet's usually empty, though.
I did actually have a tree house. The way I remember it, I built it entirely myself. In reality, it was probably my dad doing the building while I passed him hammers and stuff.
i wanted a transformer, all my friends had transformers, all of them, and i didnt, it didnt matter that i had all the he-man toys, castles and spin off merchandise ever created, i wanted a transformer. Any of them would have done (but i really wanted the cool tape deck one that had mini transformer tapes). one run up to christmas i dropped hints, wrote lists, dragged my parants to the exact spot in the shops where they could find them. i woke up christmas morning, actually thats a lie i never slept the night before, i ran downstairs and open the first transformry looking gift i could find
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