Tiny Years doll and still have my childhood bear. I remember one Christmas at our friends house, adults and children all having races on Space Hoppers!
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The favourite book thread jogged my memory of childhood days and the toys I loved as well as my books.
My teddy bear Bobby...I think he was a Merrythought one, lovely smiley face. {Mother threw him away without asking when I was in my teens!].
Bus conductors outfit.
Yo-yo.
Bouncing balls [3 against a wall]
Skipping rope, alone or with friend/s joining in.
Toy guns [with caps!].
Pea shooter.
Spud gun.
Jacks.
Marbles, I had some wonderful ones.
Stamp collection, coin collection, cigarette card collections.
Binoculars [for watching the garden birds].
Board games: Ludo, Snakes and Ladders, Draughts.
Always at a friends house using his microscope looking closely at all sorts of things or the Magic Robot game which fascinated me. I was also fond of wearing his Davy Crockett hat!
Loved playing with another friends guinea pigs in her garden/basement. She had quite a few.
The rest of the time I was on my skates for hours zipping around the neighbourhood and parks. I'd yearned for a scooter or a tricycle but wasn't allowed them, just skates.
Not a girly girl you can tell [had no time for my doll Rosie, who stayed in her cot]. When not at a friends house or at Brownies I was happier climbing in the woods/in dens or playing cricket with the boys. Great times.
Tiny Years doll and still have my childhood bear. I remember one Christmas at our friends house, adults and children all having races on Space Hoppers!
I wasn’t a girly girl either. My best toy was a Hornby 00 electric train set. My father fitted the layout onto a large base board. The engine was the Duchess of Montrose and it had a dining car, and a Royal Mail coach that collected small metal “sacks” from a trackside gantry as it went past and pulled them into the coach. I was fascinated with it. When, inevitably, I outgrew it, it was passed on to my nephews who systematically ruined the engine and all the rolling stock. If they had had an inkling of what they are worth now in good condition, they might have thought twice. I also had a doll’s house which I was very engrossed with.
A dolls house my dad made for me. It got given away by my mum when we moved house much to my distress and anger.
Many years later, he made one for my daughter, almost exactly the same as mine. It was for her third birthday. She's 43 now and I still have it.
It's about to be resurrected for my 4 year old granddaughter when she visits next week.
My great gdm bought me a Rupert annual every Christmas,I read the Bunty comic with my sister.Had skipping ropes and spinning tops, went to the local cinema on Sat mornings ---happy days !
I was a wartime child, so toys were in short supply. My soft toys were mainly made by my mother out of any old clothes available. One was a monkey called Jacko made out of stretch jersey - and he stretched and he stretched and he stretched until he was probably the longest toy monkey in the world. My favourite, though, was a shop-bought toy dog, spaniel type, called Pongo. I played with Pongo so much that all the straw stuffing spilled out and he fell apart. I was so upset that another identical Pongo was bought - but he was never the same and I didn’t really play with him.
I had a big dolls’ house with lights, made by a local woodwork teacher. I don’t think it was ever put to its proper use, but I put the cat in it. He looked so funny peering out of the windows. He was a very patient cat.
When I was nine I was extremely ill with mastoiditis, and had an emergency operation. I was given presents then, including a beautiful copy of Peter Pan from my doctor. I kept it for years. My grandfather, not usually noted for extravagance, gave me a wonderful toy farmyard with all the animals and people. I absolutely loved it, and was still playing with it when I was twelve - doubt if that would happen nowadays!
I loved my Hobby Horse which was a beautiful dappled colour, my friend had one and we would gallop miles along the seashore in our imaginations (actually through big puddles in the unmade road outside our house). Dad made me a home sweetie shop, a bit like a Wendy House with a drop down front to act as a counter. I totally adored the sweetie shop which was full of pretend sweets made from flour paste and water painted with my little water colour tin and varnished. Best of all was an old car abandoned in the garden which me and any friends would play in for hours.
Mobo horse, wooden dolls’ house made by my father, my teddy who is now 77. Most of all, my baby dolls. They had a drop-side cot and high chair, a pram with a canopy, beautiful clothes made by my mother.
I was practising my mothering skills, ready for 4 children.
Whatever was the name? Flexible plastic moulds that you filled with a plaster mixture, had it set and then painted? I loved it.
I have a doll that was ‘the’ present for my 5th Christmas, I’m 74, she has her original dress on but looks a bit sad. My younger sister decided to cut some of her hair and her eyelashes on one eye.
I have thought about taking her to The Repair Shop.
My favourite childhood toy was my dolls house which my parents paid my uncle who was a ships carpenter to make. All the furniture came from a well known toy shop, The Walrus and The Carpenter. My father died a short time after it was given to me. When my mum died I passed it on to a neighbour, whose daughter was profoundly deaf, but she loved playing with the dolls house, so felt it was the right thing to do, as there wasn’t space in my grandmother’s house where I moved to.
My most loved toys were my two teddies who still sit on my bed 70 years later. I wasn't particularly keen on dolls either but do remember Marilyn who was one of those that walked - I always found her rather scary and even more so when I cut her hair one day so she resembled Chucky
I did get one of the first soft bodied dolls with rooted hair called Rosemary and then a teenage doll with proper stockings. I had a dolls pram but swapped it for my friend's dolls pushchair which my mum was furious about 
My dad made me a dolls bungalow which the roof lifted off to see inside with proper working lights. He would take me into town on a Thurs afternoon to the toy shop to buy a little item for it - my favourite was a black telephone. Many, many years later in his 70's he made me a big dolls house and then went on to make a shop for my mum - we spent many happy house making furniture and curtains etc for them and trawling dolls house shops.
I always wanted a trike with a boot but was given a two wheeler with stabilisers one Christmas. I'd completely forgotten about the trike till now as I have recently bought an adult size one having had to give up two wheels as I was totally unsafe on it!!
Loved reading - all the Enid Blyton books and was also introduced to The Hobbit at infant school so have always loved fantasy.
I too was an only child - parents had me later in life and also had a business so always said they didn't have time to have another baby. I don't remember feeling lonely but did have an imaginary sister and two brothers based on the Famous Five family - I was of course George as we had a dog 
Happy days of innocence - even my own children didn't have all the electronics and gadgets today's kids can't live without 
School playground games involved a lot of rhythmic chanting .3 balls up the wall I was good at . Wish I could remember the words. All I can remember is “ I spy Betty Grable “ Skipping was popular with a heavy rope being swung by a girl at each end. Still lots of chanting ! “ In and out the windows “was another favourite game as was “ the farmers in his den “ I wonder what children do now at school playtimes ? We also made slide with our feet when it was icy . Wouldn’t be allowed now !
I had Tiny Tears that I loved but my grandmother said she was ugly and made me cry 😢 I also had Tressy whose hair grew and later on, Sindy and Barbie. It seems I loved dolls 😁
My cowgirls outfit with a skirt waistcoat gun belt and black handle with horses head on silver cap firing gun. Also the dolls house my dad made.
Sorry wrong thread .. should be Ball games
We all used the end of Johnny Peter’s house. Handstands, 2 balls. Football goal and cricket stumps. He never once came out to tell us off.
My brothers Meccano. He hated it but an old uncle always bought it for him. Being a good boy (ha ha) he said thank you & when Uncle left gave it to me.
I went through a doll stage when I was nine, and I did love my cloth monkey. But as I mentioned on the sewing thread, I loved sewing and knitting. But my absolute favourite possession, then as now, was my bike.
I loved my hard bodied doll I called mama I think because she said “ma ma” when tipped a certain way. She also used to go to the Dolly Hospital (my dad’s work shed) as her eyes used to fall back into her head regularly ! I had a gorgeous white springy pram I was so proud of. My mum made lovely bedding for it.
I was also into Sindy, Tressy dolls I loved to style their hair. Tressy had hair that extended out from a hole at the top of her head!
My other love was my Enid Blyton books I had loads.
I loved my bicycle more than any other toy if a bicycle can be called a toy. I cycled for miles with a picnic lunch in the saddle bag and, from when I was 12, with a transistor radio hanging from the handle bars. It came in a leather case with a handle.
I don't think any other possessions have given me as much pleasure since!
Bluebird how strange I m back on my own for a lot of years now and do fine with my own company Have lots of interaction outside the home and am looked upon as a very positive reasonably happy person I still have school friends too and one special one
I had a lovely Dad but both mum and dad worked long hours so I spent a lot of time with my Nan like you
Mum was an only child Dad had four siblings but he was a late baby so they were all much older than him and so all my cousins had left home and gone by the time I came along
I would have loved a sibling or cousin to play with but I guess it made me self sufficient and it is what it is
Here’s me with my dolls pram
Lego, jigsaw puzzles, Tiny Tears and Teeny Tiny Tears and a “walking doll” I named Rachael.
I Always made a total mess of Spirograph and found Etch-a -Sketch frustrating.
I liked colouring in and magic painting and Fuzzy Felt,
Plasticine (it always turned khaki colour), a real porcelain dolls tea set and a tiny wooden coffee set my older sister brought me back from her honeymoon in Italy.
Others I remember fondly are The Kelly Doll sent for with cut out coupons from Kelloggs Corn Flakes It came with knitting patterns for Kelly and my mum made them - I was amazed!
Then there was Action Girl, Roller Skates a Tricycle and some very tangled Pelham Puppets.
Oh and a gorgeous black poodle toy with a squeak from
Blackpool sea front that I had “begged and pleaded” for all week whilest on holiday.
I had a furry monkey on a string of elastic and loved him and cuddled him until he was bald!
I spent hours with my Spirograph. But maybe not as long as in making clothes for Sindy. My pocket money didn’t stretch to the genuine outfits.
Also loved my Floral Garden, which I still have somewhere. The greenhouse never stayed up, and the beds had roses, daffodils and green beans all out at the same time. Happy days!
I had a straw filled teddy bear that I loved. It disappeared one day and I never found him again.
I also had a small clear perspex box which looked like a suitcase. Inside there were 3 plastic bears,3 bowls with spoons, a blue plastic table with matching blue chairs. Must have been Goldilocks and the 3 bears. I don't know where that went but I still think of these toys.
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