Back in the mid 80s, when bare feet were the norm, streets were unpaved, and cable was a luxury...my brothers and I would spend hours outside in our grandmother's yard. As I've written before, we'd play with sticks and our imagination until one day we were gifted this...
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What happened to these toys? I'm not sure if there's a recent version of the inch worm, I haven't researched it (big surprise) but it wouldn't be the same.
I'm glad we at least had one. I miss the old toys. The simple ones where you had to be outside to use them, like the aluminum version of the Red Ryder wagon. I was always burning my butt on that thing cuz it'd be left outside.
Have you noticed? I think I'm spending too much time with Dad; I'm starting to go backwards than forwards. Oh well. Times were better back then, I think.
Then again, ignorance is bliss, right?
Well here's my salute to the inch worm. What a great ride.
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