Today’s Daily Prompt: Was there a special gift or toy you wanted as a child, but never received? What was it.
Well, actually there were two. Like just about every girl on the planet, I wanted an Easy Bake Oven~
I never did get one. But I did get to rock a similar hairstyle for many years, and there are embarrassing photos to prove it. But, if I would have gotten that Easy Bake Oven, not only would I have suffered many light bulb burns on the hand, but I would have required a companion toy to make my childhood culinary efforts even more “Easy”~
This is obviously a much lesser known toy. Who in their right mind would have asked for an Easy Wash Dishwasher for Christmas? Only the nerds who have boogers stuck on their glasses and suffer from ritual playground beatings. Maybe that’s a little harsh, but I certainly didn’t want one. I was one of the cool kids. We asked for an Easy Bake Oven, and then our servants could ask for an Easy Wash Dishwasher to clean up after us. Yeah, I was that cool. Not really. Maybe that’s why I never got one.
In the 90’s, when my kids were still kids, my youngest boy wanted an Easy Bake Oven. He wanted one really bad. Who was I to deny my son his dream of being a world class chef?
He turns 20 next Monday. He still enjoys cooking, and is moving up the management ladder in an extremely successful chain of sandwich shops. He hopes to own a franchise or two of his own someday, and with his drive and ambition, it may be sooner rather than later. It seems the boy was born to be in a kitchen. I’m glad I helped fuel his passion with the gift of the little light bulb powered oven.
What was the other toy I wanted so badly? None other than the Barbie Dream House. Who wouldn’t want that? The raddest pad ever to be had! I didn’t have very many barbies. Just a few. But they were compulsive shoppers. They quickly outgrew the little suitcase for their belongings. They had no furniture, no artwork, no kitchenware or cutlery. They must have been vagabonds who lived off the generosity of others. Poor little Barbies, wandering aimlessly through life, with nothing but their latest fashions, stuffed into this pathetic case.
Well, either it was just too expensive, or Mom and Dad wanted me to learn a lesson of some type, because I never did get the Barbie Dream House. I got the Barbie Van! Ugh!
Okay, so now they could live their nomadic lifestyle with a few creature comforts, but they were still homeless. How did they make a living? How did they make money to buy food and gas? What did they do when their home on wheels broke down? Think about it. Two girls, unchaperoned, in the 1970’s..nothing but a whole lot of very flashy clothes, and a hip, happenin’ van. Were they gypsies? Exotic dancers? Hookers, perhaps? I shudder to think.
Worse yet, they may have picked up a handsome but psychotic hitchhiker. Thankfully, they always left this guy eating their dust as they sped around the white shag carpet in my bedroom.