Spirograph—though the pens were horrible and the plastic always broke around the nibs—and I also had those ugly trolls—with the cave house—which would probably be worth something if my mum hadn’t tossed it when we moved.
My sister got the “good” Barbie and store-bought clothes. I got the dumb little sister, Skipper. We used to use mum’s high heels as sports cars, and poor Skipper couldn’t sit all the way in the seat because her dumb legs were straight and didn’t bend.
We also put in hours and hours making clothes for them, though. Seems funny to think I have Barbies to thank for being able to use a sewing machine with some expertise. 
I think my favourite things as a child were books, though. I’d take a bedside lamp into my closet and read all day long. Still a reader to this day.
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