If you were a kid in the 70s, you probably remember the commercials for Super Elastic Bubble Plastic. I remember the commercials well. Kids were blowing up and playing with great big bubbles. I loved bubbles. I could sit on the porch for hours blowing bubbles and watching them blow up into the trees. The thought of actually being able to blow big bubbles and playing with them was just too much for me to handle. I needed some of that stuff!
I got very few toys when I was a kid. So I tried to be very careful and ask for only the toys I absolutely could not live without. Super Elastic Bubble Plastic was one of those toys. I can’t quite remember actually shopping for the tube of goo so maybe I got it as a gift. I don’t even remember the joy of getting the tube of magic bubble plastic. I do, however, still remember the crushing disappointment and the tears that flowed freely when it just did not live up to my expectations.
I have no clue how much that tube of junk cost. But I know any money spent was money that my father had earned by working hard hauling traps on his lobster boat. So if a toy didn’t live up to it’s name, I felt especially bad because not only did I fall for yet another stupid commercial on TV, but my father had to catch an extra lobster or two to recover the money. The money wasted on Super Elastic Bubble Plastic was probably only a buck or two. But it bothered me enough to haunt me the rest of my life!
Now that I think back, I didn’t really make good choices when asking for a toy or a special gift. It seems that they were all duds. Either that, or they just pumped out a lot of junk in the 70s. I shed lots of tears over silly toys that didn’t work. And I’ll probably write about them all here and maybe getting it all out will be good for me! I’m still traumatized by the doll I had that could grow hair. You pulled on the hair and it would get long. But guess what. If you cut it, it didn’t grow back. My beautician career was over. And my doll was stuck with short hair no matter how hard I pulled on it. I hid her in the cellar so my parent’s would not discover what I did. No wonder I’m such a mess now!
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