[jolidon me]

I never recieved a toy horse(but I had an "Inch bug"-hopper),a Jacob's Ladder,and I don't really recall missing anything else.

I lived in a dysfuntional family and foster families so toys weren't really my thing when there would be a "service" due after recieving it.

Books and learning was my play. Wondering about things that Shakespeare might say of my involuntary circumstances,delving into Plato and aristole and relating myself luckier than the Holocaust victims and survivors at least.

At one point I was told that I was too old for toys any more---I was seven.

My adoptive mother had put most of our toys in the attic so we had to sneak to play with them. I still can't tell if she wanted to ensure we would play extra quiet trying not to get caught.