The Toy I Always Wanted
My cousin posted a picture on Facebook of the Millennium Falcon that her husband bought her on eBay when she mentioned to him that her mother would never get her the toy when she was a child. This prompted a few people to chime in with the toys they coveted as a child. I really had to rack my brain to come up with one. Which probably tells me that the desire for mine didn’t run particularly deep. (Note to Josh: Please do not buy me mine. It actually creeps me out quite a bit when I look at it now.)
I remember all my old favourite toys from childhood: my Andy Gibb doll, the rubbery Kentucky Fried Chicken man (he was a doctor who performed horrific experiments in our games), my Playmobil sets (especially the knight one that had a pure white horse with a matte finish), and the Missing Link. But it took me a lot of thought to come up with one toy that I wanted that my parents wouldn’t get me.
And that is the disembodied Barbie head.
Image: Mike Mozart via Flickr
Forgive the fact that Mike Mozart is in the photo above. It was the only image being offered under a CC license.
It was a plastic head, about life-size if Barbie was the size of a ten-year-old child, and you could style her hair and smear “makeup” on her face. I assume I was not given this toy because (1) it made a mess, (2) it was poorly made and the makeup left behind a dingy tinge to the plastic skin after one use, and (3) it taught girls bad lessons about their appearance blah blah blah.
My friend had this disembodied Barbie head, and I liked playing with it at her house, even though she wouldn’t allow me to run with great ideas such as shading in all of Barbie’s skin with the green eyeshadow (you know, to give her a peaky look pre-vomit) or giving her black lips with a Magic Marker.
It’s really a bizarre, out-of-character toy for me to want considering that I still, to this day, do not wear makeup. I don’t mean that I don’t put on foundation, etc. I mean that I don’t even wear lipstick. Or eyeliner. Nothing goes on my face. Pretty much ever. I don’t really style my hair insomuch as I run some gel through it and let it air-dry. Or I slick it back in a bun if I can’t deal with having hair touch my face. So why the hell did I want a toy where I could practice a skill I would never employ in my adult life? Isn’t that the point of child’s play? To work out how we think we’ll navigate the adult world? Beyond a phase in high school where I wore blue or black lipstick, I’ve never had any desire to wear makeup.
Oh well. Next life, when I’m reincarnated, I’m totally going to covet something better. Like that Millennium Falcon.
What toy did you want as a child? And would you still want it if you got it as an adult?