a hamster - i had only asked father Christmas for a cage - then it little head popped out of his bed i nearly fell over! Loved it!!
And i got a horse - that was amazing!!!! Came down xmas morning and had riding boots and hat a nd all of the kit then couple hours laster mum popped out and came back down the drive with the horse i'd been riding on a few times - i couldnt stop crying!!!!
A big one though full length that fired long suction tipped arrows and there was an Eagle target made of wood that clamped to a table, the head, wings and legs came off when you hit them.
I think it was German, I must have been about 10.
I haven't thought about that in years - great question
I didn't have a best present as I loved everything I got, even at xmas with the selection boxes!! Shaped like a stocking!! Then I'd settle infront of the tree watching the telly and munching my way through it whilst watching Beverly hills cop at about 10 in the morning!! Wicked times!!
My mum was very good at sewing, one particular Christmas in the 70s she made for me a blue midi skirt , silk dark green blouse , black velvet chocker & a herringbone military style maxi coat. I also got some wet look boots & my first bottle of nail varnish in my Christmas stocking. I couldn't wait to go out! The icing on the cake was it was thick with snow outside, really Christmassy! I can go back to that day anytime, as it's all on cine film , bliss!!
A few months after World War II had finished, when I was a very small child, my father had to go on a business trip to the USA. Virtually every single thing you can think of was severely rationed here and it was it was impossible to buy any decent toys at all. My father bought me back a large doll which opened and shut her eyes and cried when you laid her down. All my small friends were green with envy and I walked around with that doll for months without putting her down .
Wendy, that's lovely! Reminds me of a doll I once had - it was one that spoke when you pulled a string on her back. I'd been wanting one for ages & my parents couldn't afford it, 'cos they were quite expensive back then, but our village shop was having a raffle with one as first prize. My Mum gave me a shilling for a ticket and I remember the lady in the shop asking me what number I wanted - I said number 12, because it was my lucky number and I won the doll!! In fact, I think I've still got her somewhere (probably in my case of my & my son's old toys that I can't bear to throw out!) K xx