AS WE CELEBRATE the festive season, let us cast our minds back to Christmases past, when all we wanted was…
Surely the top coveted toy of all the coveted toys?
So expensive. So tiny. So necessary.
No matter how many times the cars flew off the track, this was a quality toy.
A frustrating noisefest. The dream.
Hours and hours of tracing. That’s all it was: tracing.
Or its nemesis, the Amstrad CPC 464.
Many Irish kids settled for the cheaper alternative … the cauliflower kid.
“You’re the doctor, it’s so much fun to play!”
Floodlights were the holy grail.
The cause of so many fights.
So, so loud. Your dad would definitely have hid the batteries by 11am.
“Cos you never know when that mule is gonna…”
Was there anything more fun than firing those cars down the ramp?
Making tiny things appear huge was a BIG childhood dream.
To go along with the microscope.
They always had one in other people’s houses. WHY CAN’T I HAVE ONE?!
Ditto the Big Red Fun Bus.
It was HUGE*!
* About the size of a shoebox. Cost £1253464542.
Just for the “SPYDOR, SPYDOR” chant alone.
Robots in disguise. Optimus Prime was the ultimate dream.
The Holy Grail of Star Wars toys.
True artistry at your fingertips.
What ones did we leave out? Let us know in the comments…
Written by Emer McLysaght and posted on DailyEdge.ie
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