Six Word Memoirs on Life Stories

accidentaltourist says,

So funny you should ask this...I was thinking of posting it myself. :)

Easy Bake Oven. Which is so weird, because I was baking and cooking with my mother and grandmother from before I can remember. Why would I want to "fake" bake, when I was baking for real?

L2L3 says,

Wasn't a toy, but a canopy bed. One with frilly pink bedding.

canadafreeze says,

A red bicycle ...

accidentaltourist says,

He had a horse too...and a girlfriend.

Dragonflower says,

I can't remember any at Christmas. My Christmas memories are locked away somewhere. But I remember a toy I wanted and received. It was a game really. A plastic haunted house type thing that you spun for turns to advance to finally get to some doors that you stuck the marker (which was like a key) into to open the doors to see what to do next. It was $9.99 which was a lot of money in those days. I'd ask for it every time we went to the toy store. I think I even cried about it. My mom finally got it for me and said I'd better play with it. So I played with it almost every day. I wouldn't let my friends play with me in case they broke it. They could only look at it when they came over. I had to have been 7 or 8 yrs old. I'm surprised I still don't have it. I can picture it in my head.