I wasn't a girly girl, I'm still not. I didn't love Barbie or her UK counterpart Sindy but the doll I was given one Christmas was the best doll ever. And she had her own horse.
Action Girl. The name says it all really. She didn't have pointy feet designed for high heeled shoes, she had sensible. normal feel and jointed ankles (how else to keep heels down, toes up while riding!) She was jointed, poseable, she had red hair. Red! Proper action hair. I adored her, I also adored her horse (who I named Blue. He was a dark brown, so dark as to be almost black, with a white blaze on his nose. He had brush-able mane and tail, he had saddle, bridle etc and the box that he came in converted to a stable.
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Over the years Action Girl and Blue were moved from house to house, put into storage in lofts, moved again until at some point only Blue was still around. Now bridle-less and unsaddled. Wild, free as he should be. But also a bit lonely. Luckily there is Ebay. I now have another Action Girl to groom and ride him, bareback this time, she has no fear! and to ensure she wasn't lonely either I bought a second horse, black this time, and a rider for him too though she is brunette.
And sometimes, when no one is home, we still have adventures and all go riding together.
Is there a special toy in your life? Or the life of your child? A toy you had? Or never had but always longed for, nose pressed up against the metaphorical glass of your memory still?
I would love to hear your story of a special toy.