I know ain't I a innocent little cutie....and totally pulling off the dungarees/cardigan ensemble I might add. And I was no girlie girl either....why spend your time fiddle farting around with dolls whilst being all neat and tidy in pink frills when there was much more adventurous activities (usually involving trees and crawling around in the mud) to be had....nope, not me....Tomboy all the way.
That being said the first toy I wanted would probably be considered 'girlie'....but, the advert was strangely memorable......'Wake up Daddy, breakfast's ready'
I had plenty of board games as a kid....for the rare occasions in the summer holidays where the weather decided to re-green the lawn....but obviously we couldn't have them all....there were a few which I craved to own.....Pop-up Pirate.....similar to Buckaroo or Perfection (neither of which I owned) where you continued to place swords into the barrel until the pirate...well, er.....popped. It's appeal....the drama, the adrenalin....it was like Russian Roulette (minus the gun) for kids.....I fear the parentals choose to keep this particular game from my 7 year old grasp due to the 'poking eye out' potential....not necessarily mine.
Mousetrap....What a genius game...build up the trap and then let rip a well engineered chain of events to 'trap the mouse'....that is of course if all the pieces are lined up correctly and indeed aren't stuck down sofa/eaten by pet/eaten by child (delete as applicable). To be honest had I owned the game I may have spent more time just setting up and releasing the trap than actually playing the game itself....years after craving this the parentals did purchase Screwball Scramble, which was all the fun without the boring game play.
Space Attack....Quite possibly the best game EVER.....similar to air hockey one player would wind up then release a spinning top (aka alien invader) and battle would commence.....it was fast....it was furious.....and invariably the 'alien' would at some point launch clear off the board a disappear under the dresser or 3-seat sofa.
As mentioned, I was (and still am) a Tom Boy......my parents and various relatives attempted to point me in the direction of girlie toys....baby dolls and Sindy (the poor mans Barbie) and I do remember picking them up on occasion (quite possibly to launch across the room during a tantrum) but Action Man was what I was really after....especially since playing with Action Man gave me the excuse to crawl around in the shrubs and across the rockery commando style. He did look a little creepy especially with the lever in the back of his head which allowed you to move his eyes from side to side.
I'd completely forgotten the existence of this particular toy until a programme which was shown at Christmas involving Top Gear presenter James May and the toys of his sisters which had irritated him immensely growing up. This one was fabulous fun for ickle people....but perhaps not so much for the adults within earshot of the scratchety mono-tones, even when you were hitting the right buttons. My memory is vague, but there were cards which you inserted over the keypad and you could then play such enchanting tunes as 'Baa Baa Black Sheep' and 'Three Blind Mice'.
The BMX.....E.T. has much to answer for with this one....Oh, how I craved and begged for a BMX bike. Owning one obviously meant that I would automatically have the skills to skid to a stop, career over hills and ditches and jump cars. And they looked pretty darn cool too....especially when you had added stickers, reflectors and spokey dokeys from packets of Frosties breakfast cereal....alas it was not to be....when I did get to choose my very own first bike it was a red Raleigh with a basket on the front and stabilisers....and the one time I attempted something 'cool' involving a ditch on a later bike it didn't go quite as planned....let's just say there was blood, bent spokey dokeys and a few shed tears....and it was all my sisters fault.
The Speak and Spell...who'd have thought an educational toy would be so sort after....again the fault of Steven Spielberg, Drew Barrymore and a Prune shaped alien with Emphysema. I think I found this interesting because my only other experience of learning to spell was from cards given to us at school to learn at home....which were kept in tobacco tins.....I used to sniff the cards while at school....yep, healthy. The Speak and Spell then vastly more interesting and less likely to encourage addiction to nicotine.
The computer game era was firmly taking hold but much of it was beyond my price range....pocket money was great for penny sweets and comics, not so much for the advances in gaming technology. Now I did have a viewmaster....which consisted of a plastic viewfinder in which you could insert wheels of pretty pictures which then appeared 3-D....Tomytronic was the next step...and would allow players into an almost virtual reality game in 3-D...think I only ever met one person with one of these things (for once it wasn't the girl down the road) but it was the toy I craved after the most during my formative years....we got instead a Commodore 64.....Nuff said.