Childhood Toy Papers
See Application 2, Chapter 3.
It was a Friday afternoon when I was five, and my mom and I were out at the mall. My mom had said that if I was good, I could get a toy. So I got a smurf. I was so proud! First thing I did when I got home was show my family. My mom said that if I was good, I could get one every pay day. I was thrilled! So I went to my room to pick out a place where my collection would go. I finally cleared my top shelf and decided they'd go there. After a half hour of positioning my smurf just right, I took it down to sleep with it. I took that smurf everywhere: to school, to the sitters, and when my mom would let me I'd bring it to the grocery store. In fact, I remember the first pay day I didn't get to get my smurf. I recall putting up a fit and getting sent to my room. But I got one the next pay day!
My first smurf was about two and a half inches tall. They were actually two inches tall, but Smurfette was on roller skates. She had two big yellow pony tails with red bows in them, and she was wearing a white dress. My second one was clumsy brushing his teeth. He had a tube of toothpaste in one hand and a big red tooth brush in another, and with all over his mouth. I have about thirty of them now and they're all different. Some are playing sports like football, baseball, and soccer. Others are doing things like playing cards, swimming, picking berries, and all sorts of things.
I still have my surfs. They are hanging on a shelf in my room. They don't sell miniature smurfs anymore. So when my mom sees one out at a garage sale or something shell pick it up for me. Right now my smurfs are a little scuffed up from always falling off my shelf. Their little white hats and pants are now gray and on some of them paint is coming off. I am planning to keep my smurfs for a long time. They will be the first thing to be put in my hope chest.
When I was three years old I got my first wagon. When I got it, I thought that I was the luckiest kid in the world. In the department store, where I got it, my brother was pulling me in the wagon up and down the aisles all around the store.
My brother used to pull me around the ice on the road. When my