I remember carrying around one of my mother’s old purses all over the house. Inside, I kept pages I’d torn out of the Sears Wish Book (remember those—man, I’m dating myself bad here!) In one of my parents’ home movies (soundless in those days), I’m pulling the pages out of the purse and unfolding them…yep, there’s the camera, there’s the cash register.
We didn’t have loads of money when I was young, but somehow Mom and Dad managed to get me both of them at some point.
And I still have them both—well worn, well loved, and still in my possession.
In the course of growing up, I became an avid photography fan and a bookkeeper. Here’s the funniest part—I used to pretend the cash register was a typewriter—which would explain my love of writing, too.
Think about toys you loved as a child…how are those early loves reflected in what you love and do now?