When I was a kid my brother and I were really into the television shows, “The Six Million Dollar Man” and “The Bionic Woman” (I’m probably showing my age here). There were dolls that went along with these shows and we owned them and loved them. The dolls were nothing short of awesome. I can’t quite remember all of the details of their awesomeness but I remember that with one of them you could roll the “skin” on the arm up and see the secret robotics hiding underneath.
One day my dad came home from work and he was grouchy, as adults generally are when they come home from work (being a middle aged adult I know from experience). My brother had his Six Million Dollar Man doll laying the floor. My dad got kind of twitchy when us kids left stuff laying around. He liked things picked up. So when he walked in the door and tripped on Six Million Dollar Man he got pissed and threw the doll down the stairs (toward my brother’s room). I was totally devastated, and my brother was too. Poor Six Million Dollar Man’s robotic arm broke off, rendering him lame and ordinary.
- Toys From My Childhood Days (misswhiplash.wordpress.com)