Walking Dolls
A blog friend brought up an old memory of "walking dolls." In the 1960's, the manufacturers in toy land thought that little girls needed an almost-life-sized doll to "walk" with them. They were supposed to work by cranking one of their arms so that their stiff plastic legs would march Hitler-like next to you. Great. That's all this little girl with a fully-accented German mother needed in a redneck neighborhood. Why didn't they just come up with a full-face swastika tattoo kit?
I got one of those "walking" dolls for my 4th birthday. I was a really tall kid & she came up to my chin. I never DID get that bitch to walk! I don't know if it was because I was just stupid or uncoordinated. My parents thought it was cute that she and I had the same blond curly hair. Little did they know that in my young mind I was concocting a shrewd plan!
They'd tuck me in and go to the kitchen for a snack. Meantime, I'd tuck the DOLL in my place and high-tail it into the living room, behind a recliner, to watch TV. We'd watch TV as a family, unbeknownst to them. They'd go to check on me and all they'd see from the bedroom doorway was a curly head sticking out from the covers. They never even considered that I might be perpetrating fraud upon them! I did this for a couple of years, believe it or not!
HAHA! Not only did my sneaky 4 to 6 year old ass completely blow my bedtime "curfew," but I got to watch "late night" TV, too! (which, back in the 60's was 9 or 10pm LOL)
My dad never found out, but I confessed to my mom when I was a teenager. She laughed like hell that I'd been able to come up with the idea & actually pull it off for so long.
Good times :)
I got one of those "walking" dolls for my 4th birthday. I was a really tall kid & she came up to my chin. I never DID get that bitch to walk! I don't know if it was because I was just stupid or uncoordinated. My parents thought it was cute that she and I had the same blond curly hair. Little did they know that in my young mind I was concocting a shrewd plan!
They'd tuck me in and go to the kitchen for a snack. Meantime, I'd tuck the DOLL in my place and high-tail it into the living room, behind a recliner, to watch TV. We'd watch TV as a family, unbeknownst to them. They'd go to check on me and all they'd see from the bedroom doorway was a curly head sticking out from the covers. They never even considered that I might be perpetrating fraud upon them! I did this for a couple of years, believe it or not!
HAHA! Not only did my sneaky 4 to 6 year old ass completely blow my bedtime "curfew," but I got to watch "late night" TV, too! (which, back in the 60's was 9 or 10pm LOL)
My dad never found out, but I confessed to my mom when I was a teenager. She laughed like hell that I'd been able to come up with the idea & actually pull it off for so long.
Good times :)
8 Comments:
Clever girl...just so you weren't warped by "late night" TV, and your parents never decided to get it on on the sofa...
I never had dolls because they always creeped me severely. However, I probably would have endured one if it meant I got to watch HBO.
Remember that "My Buddy" creepy-assed boy doll? Eeek.
Those stiff legged freaky dolls were the craziest. LMAO at your description of the German girl goose stepping with her doll!
Those "My Buddy" dolls were the freakiest. I think they were invented by pedophiles.
Floyd is certain you can get the full-face swastika tattoo kit from Michael Moore's website. It is probably available on the DNC site as well.
LOL Floyd!
I had one of those dolls also. I never liked her cuz she was so darn hard and unbending. The soft dolls we could throw at each other without the trips to the ER for stitches.
I still have Big Kid's My Buddy Doll.
Floyd is a total and complete sucker for cleavage. Floyd is at your command.
You have always been an evil genius. You can work in my lab-or-a-tory any time...
I still have a creepy doll I had when I was about 3 or so. She's dressed like a hippie and walked AND danced! LOL I used to love that thing, now I find it kind of creepy lol.
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