But I wants it! I do! I wants it! sob
We were very poor so I didn’t bother lusting after things we couldn’t afford. I only bugged my mom for books. I craved books of all kinds.
Mr. Congo said he wanted a GI Joe Hovercraft.
My brother and I got a Crayola Caddy one year for Christmas, although I don’t think it was something we specifically asked for. We played with that thing for years! In fact, I wish I could find one now – I still like crayons.
Cabbage Patch Kids were always my must have item. I knew they were too expensive for me to get one any other time, so it was always at the top of my Christmas list. I collected four of them over the years (Bess, Lara, Danielle, and Amy 
).
I had a stuffed paisley hippo…
I had that and every other star wars toy ever (even the little one AT-ST).
Then my mom gave them to a cousin who (this may not be suitable for some viewers) threw them away :eek: :eek: :eek:
I’ve never recovered from that.
Man, I’m not a real big Star Wars fan but any story about toys that involves giving them to a relative and having themthrow them away is enough to make anyone cringe.
How could people be so awful? 
Wanted it, never got it.
I did get a good deal of the Star Wars stuff, but was pretty over it (toy wise) by the time Empire came out, even if I did build the models all the way up through Jedi.
Not exactly a toy, but from the time I was a pre-schooler, I wanted a canoe. My father rented one for half an hour at a beach and took me for a ride. Ever since then, that was what I wanted…
By primary school, I still did not have one of my own, so I set about with an old oil drum, some bailing wire, and some driftwood, and ended up floating in the Bay of Fundy for many hours.
When I was in elementary school, my father scraped together enough to purchase a canoe, which sent me to seventh heaven.
Unfortunately, when I was 12 or 13, it was stolen after I had taken off the river from the Beaver River Rat Races and was walking into town to get my father to shuttle it home, so I had to long for a canoe for a few more years until during jr. high I was able to buy an old wood and canvas wreck and rebuild it.
I did a lot better than my sister, though, for each Christmas and birthday she would ask for a horse, and get bartered down to a lemon pie.
I had an Easy Bake Oven! Only once I put way too much batter in that little pan and it spilled in the oven and burned and started to set fire. So no more fun with that little oven. The thing I really wanted though was a video camera. I wanted to tape Santa putting out the presents. I always forgot about getting one until Christmas Eve, where I would always tell myself I wish I got a video camera last year. I never did get one, though it’s for the best, I don’t know what I would do if I taped my parents setting everything up Christmas Eve.
When I was 8 years old, I wanted a blonde wig. It was all I thought about. My Grandma Betty came through with it for Christmas. I still remember the box, wrapping, everything… Sigh It was the greatest gift ever…
I wanted an artist’s easel, complete with brushes, oil paints, turpentine, linseed oil, plastic pallet, pastels, a set of drawing pencils, charcoal, one of those professional rubbery-stretchy gray erasers, 50 sheets of artist’s canvas paper (extra canvas sold seperately), plus sketchbook. There was a huge set like this in some catalogue I had been browsing since springtime, and it was an adult sized set - it even said “Ages 15 and up.” I was eight. Still, I begged for it. Never got it. So I waited until I was fifteen… and I begged for it some more. I never got it. Heck, I even thought of asking for it from Mom and Dad this year, but I thought ahhhh fugeddit.
I was very spoiled, though. I had four Cabbage Patch Kids (two were twins!), I had Jem with the flashing earrings (truly outrageous!), I had a Lite Brite when I was very young, like three years old, and Dad and my uncles mostly put together pictures for me. I had an Easy Bake oven (those cakes are not moist, my friends, they are hard as a rock - yummy, but crunchy. Crunchy cake.) My brother and I “shared” a racetrack. It smelled like a soldering iron. Stuffed toys from every fad… Smurfs, Wuzzles, Monchichis, Snorks, Strawberry Shortcake, Rainbow Brite, etc, and every fad doll - Ice Cream dolls, Kid Sister, HuggaBunch, Baby So Real, Rollerskate dolls, etc. I always got just about everything I asked for, and then some more things that I ended up liking. (Like this thing, called “Super Pickle”, which I treasured more than life itself, and since my husband surprised me with one last year to replace my missing one, still do!)
Oh, wait. A couple years ago, after breaking up with my fiance shortly before Christmas, my parents asked me what I wanted, and I told them, “A car. And a house. With a cat in it.” I didn’t get that. But last year I got a proposal (I took my proprosal and had it redeemed for a husband 
), a new place to live, and I had my Sebastian (cat) with me. Still no car, since I don’t actually drive… but a nice looking chaffeur in a Nissan 300ZX is good enough for me! Nowadays I just ask that everyone be happy and healthy. Seriously. My father beat cancer this year, my grandmother’s lump turned out to be nothing, my mother’s severe allergies have been discovered and her health is steadily improving, my husband’s back is feeling 90% better after he went through an awful bout of shingles, and my FIL is healing after having a large tumour removed from his face - though half of his face is now paralysed, he’s alive and healthy. I have a lot to be thankful for.
It would still be nice to get that artist’s easel, though!
I, on the otherhand, wanted a chemistry set.
I finally got one, but it kept asking for stuff we never used: coal, washing soda, ammonia, silicious sand, water softeners, carbon tetracloride, automatic dish washing detergent, mothballs, hydrogen peroxide, iodine…
My parents were Enlightened Feminists and Anti-Comsumerismists, so I never got anything “girly” with a label. I had a few generic dolls (mostly anatomically correct) and a lot of homemade stuff. I did, however, get just about any “boy” toy that I asked for, whether it was brand name or not.
So no Care Bears, but I had an Optimus Prime.
No Easy Bake Oven (damn! I wanted that oven - mom said I could bake in the big one, but it just wan’t the same, darnit!) but I did have a Lite Brite.
No Barbie Dream Bus (damn, damn, damn!) but I had an AT-AT.
Of course, I never got that horse I begged for for years, either. I should have found some way to spin equestrianism as a relic of the patriarchy and female jockeys as cultural revolutionaries.
I wanted a Snowspeeder for Xmas in '81, and there were heaps of other StarWars toys I wanted, but never got any of them (when I say ‘never’, I need to qualify that with ‘…as a kid’, because I have them ALL now, which means my son is the luckiest damn kid in the world! grin My current collection possibly rivals BBVoodooLou’s collection, but that’s a thread for another time).
I did however get bucketloads of Micronauts as a kid, including the Battlecruiser (the same year my sis got a dollshouse my dad and I made for her) and the Hornetroid . Dad even came home with the
Microrail city one evening after work as a random, ‘here’s something cool’ present. My dad rocks!
I still have all of these toys, in remarkably good condition (my friends ALWAYS seemed to be destroying their toys, but mine survived things like freezing in buckets of cryogenic fluid (water) and sandpit warfare! And in retrospect, I’m glad I got these instead of the StarWars stuff, because Micronauts (and Microman) are MUCH better toys. More play value, more fun, and more ‘timeless’ quality!
But I don’t want for much anymore. I’m struggling to keep up with the new Binaltech line, but my Microman figures are pretty much there complete. Oh, and I got this yesterday, but that was a present for me! (woowoo, gots to love some Acroyear action!).
Now I’m dreading that my son will want video games instead of toys as he gets bigger! I’m not a big fan of the deadening effect video games have had on his cousin.
Fortunately, for now it’s just cars, cars and more cars for him! He loves some die-cast four-wheeled action! (although he’s been eyeing the Micronauts rather more than I’d like of late! but mostly that’s just to say ‘helloooooo’, cos he’s a little joker!).
Sadly my most long for toy didn’t really EXIST.
While watching Staurday Night Live when I was a kid I saw an ad for a slot car track. A slot car track with really cool car wrecks. Car wrecks that caught on fire. And it had an ambulance to ferry away the driver(now burned) of the wreck.
Man did I want that. Too bad it was just a SNL ad skit. I was young enough that I didn’t get that fact.
Slee
I STILL want it.
My sister had a stuffed red-and-white monkey. I wanted a stuffed monkey. I got a black stuffed monkey. We played with those monkey for hours, making up all sorts of monkey adventures.
Years later, we were cleaning out my mother’s apartment after she died, and found a monkey and an earless, tailess, naked stuffed Mickey Mouse.
I always wanted an Easy Bake Oven, too. My mother kept spouting her standard line, “If you’re old enough to use an Easy Bake Oven, you’re old enough to use a real oven.” And I was. I cooked and baked up a storm. But I still wanted an Easy Bake Oven.
Someone gave me one last year for my 40th birthday. I made a couple of cakes and a batch of brownies. I’m giving it to Goodwill this year, for some other little girl who desperately wants an Easy Bake Oven.
There’s always Grand Theft Auto.