Well doc, it all started when I spied a 1979 Fisher-Price Little People camper car for .99 at Goodwill.
It was like seeing an old friend. I turned it over in my hands, spun its creaky wheels, and knew I wouldn’t be putting it back.
For .99, why not buy a few Little People on Ebay and surprise my big sister with the gift of tangible nostalgia?
Visiting Ebay opened up a portal to my childhood.
Suddenly, I couldn’t imagine being content with a few measly Little People sitting in a station wagon. Where would they sleep? They needed a home— the beautiful Tudor house with working doorbell (ding, ding!), garage door, and a mountain of chubby furniture! I needed more than the standard blonde family. I wanted redheads, babies, those mysterious angry boys, Little People of color, that dashing woodsman!
YES! The woodsman could live next door, in his CASTLE.
And no neighborhood would be complete without a big, red barn!
(Still available! Image source)
The Little People would visit each other via that bus that jostled its passengers up and down. On weekends, they might overthrow the circus train, liberate the animals, rush them to the hospital for medical care, then bid a tearful goodbye at the airport before the animals flew back to their homelands… maybe the dragon could fly along for a visit.
Wait, who were these toys for again?
After two hours, I awoke from my internet-induced coma and recalled that I am (contentedly!) childless. My nieces and nephews live more than a thousand miles away. Furthermore, Little People are a choking hazard. And in case you hadn’t guessed, my part-time income does not allow for buying out Ebay.
But golly, a girl can dream.
Do you remember the old school Little People?