Childhood Toys and Adulthood

As a child, my two favorite toys were the Fisher Price camera and the Fisher Price cash register. I got to thinking about how the things we love as children affect who we become as adults.

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?


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  1. At Christmas when I was eight, I asked for a typewriter. My folks bought one for me, second-hand. The old clickety-clackety type, manual. I had to learn how to type! I had that typewriter until I went to college. Kept it, too, for a long time. It would be a Collectors item now, worthy of Antique Roadshow. Giggle.
    How times have changed. I know tickle the keyboard of a Mac. Go faster and praise Spellcheck every day because after all these years and millions of words, I remain a really $hitty typist!!!!

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