I got this in the mail the other day:
It made me a little sad for the children of today. I appreciate the effort.... I mean, a whole magazine about toys that is delivered to your mailbox? Seems like a great idea. Oh, wait. This has been done before:
Except it was done WAY BETTER. Who among you did not spend HOURS poring over the Sears Wish Book? I mean, that thing was huge. It had everything. Barbies? Check. Play kitchen utensils? Check. Clothes? Check. Riding lawn mowers? Check. It even had jewelry, which Sarah and I loved. We would cut out the diamond rings and tape them to our fingers. I also had a pair of diamond earrings that must have been at least 4 carats. You cut them out, tape them to your earlobes, and voila! Instant rich kid.
I don't know that I ever got a single item that I had circled or dog-eared in the wish book. But that isn't what I remember - what I remember is the actual event of sitting there with that giant magazine. Ahhhhh - childhood.