Moon’s Favorite Christmas Present
It was around 1956 or 1957. My dad had fallen on hard times. Not to say that before then they were easy times! I had been accustomed to three or four Christmas presents. And, then the next month receiving birthday presents on January 28. But, that year, well I got one. To enjoy for both Christmas and New Year’s. Yet, I remember and cherish that memory the most.
It was this:
Not exactly like the one pictured but one similar. And, it was so difficult to put together. I know as an adult I am a klutz, but as a boy I was even worse.
I can still remember the smell of the glue — now, don’t go there — the feel of the heavy plastic in my hand as I would lift the jet to the stratosphere and then gently bring it back to a cushion-y landing on earth.
I wish I had kept it. I still have some of my toys but not the one I loved the most. Life is like that, isn’t it?