Inspired by Today’s Daily Prompt: My favorite toy
Being the youngest of five kids money was stretched pretty far. We didn’t really want for much but at the same time we didn’t really have much either. I was the baby and the only girl of us five siblings, so as luck would have it I was slightly spoiled. My brothers would argue about the word slightly that I use so loosely. Whatever boys, this is my story so I will remember things my way.
I recall having an imaginary friend that I treasured the most. His name was Jimmy Joe. Don’t ask me why he wasn’t a she named Sarah Sue, I’ve often wondered that and have never come up with an answer. We lived in very small town, Lake Village, Indiana. I used to play with Jimmy Joe in the dirt under our trailer home. One day Jimmy Joe got lost. I can remember my mom outside with me yelling and screaming frantically “Jimmy Joe where are you? Where are you Jimmy Joe?”. My mom must have really loved me or she was just plain crazy. We never found Jimmy Joe and I moved on to Weeble Wobbles.
I loved my Weeble Wobbles, what few I had. You know the song “weebles wobble but we don’t fall down”. How could you forget? One year my parents saved up enough money to get me a weeble wobble house for Christmas. That was the same year I found out Santa wasn’t real because me and one of my brothers had this bright idea to stay awake and watch Mom and Dad in the reflection of the fish tank while they “played Santa”.
The weeble wobble house was the coolest thing on earth. But thanks to my brothers we learned very quickly that the house couldn’t survive an explosion. You see, my brothers thought it would be funny to load it with firecrackers and set it on fire. I can still hear the explosion.
Yeah, not so funny. To my brothers, I thank you for taking the beatings from Dad for all of my wrong doings, for protecting the baby girl in the family. But you guys deserved that one. RIP Weeble Wobbles!