To continue revisiting the ghosts of Christmas and toys past, I found some family photos that are way better than all those illustrations I scavenged off the internet. These are all circa 1965-1973.
This one is from 1968, and I was five. There is the infamous Shenanigans on the couch. I remember it all, that corduroy outfit, that Christmas ornament, those (totally cool, I now realize...) curtains.
Here is the turtle in question, a.k.a. Punny. I really can't say what made this toy my favorite. To this day, my sister calls me Turtle, but the truth is I have no particular affinity for the creatures. I do remember every detail of this turtle, thought, including tactile sensations. Here, I was two. Apparently, I was also really into this box.
Here is my dear big sister and me in our bedroom. She was 15, I was 5. This was 1968.
Here is my groovy bicycle. This was 1974. I was 11.
I remember this pleather jumper but not this particular doll.
I had the chicken pox here. That is not my bunny; I was just borrowing it from my sister for comfort.
Were we cool people or what? For a brief period we had motorcycles and we rode on the wild side, without helmets. I want those sunglasses my mom has on here!