I was all about the Fisher Price!
One of the first toys I ever remember playing with is the FP telephone. You could call your Grandmother while you took your phone for a walk.
I learned to tell time with my Hickory Dickory Dot clock. The hands were moveable. I loved my radio. I found the handle especially convenient. I loved that it played "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" which was the second song (right after "Delta Dawn"!).

I loved the dog the very most.
Remember, the school house??? With it's chalboard, and merry-go-round and the bell that actually rang on top. This is how I learned my ABC's when I was a little girl.
Please take notice: EVERYTHING HAD A HANDLE! Easy for little hands to manipulate. Those Fisher Price people were gems weren't they?!
My ALLTIME FP toy was my house. It was made in 1969. They had the A-Frame and the grand ole Tudor, but I had the two story tract house and I loved it to pieces. Me and my imagination took flight here. In my house Daddy's never went away. Mommy's never went to pieces. And there was a black and white dog who loved you unconditionally and you never felt alone.
Remember the staircase???
And the secret hiding place underneath them. My FP people never had to hide. There was nothing to fear. It was all fun. You slept in your little bed next to your little brother. And you got up and had breakfast in the kitchen by the fireplace. You loved the braided rug on the top floor. It meant continuity, dependability and safety.
And every weekend your FP Dad took you out on the FP boat! Remember the diving board? And the little yellow life preservers. I had no idea how these icons of my childhood would arouse so many memories. I lived in my head a lot as a small girl. Making up happy scenarios with my little plastic people and my little plastic black and white dog that made me feel so loved.
After I got too old for Fisher Price I moved on to other worldly pursuits: Barbie Dolls and houses made out of shoe boxes. Board games like Trouble and Clue. I was the Jacks champion of all five elementary schools I attended. I loved my record player and played all of my mother's 1950's hits on it when I didn't have Grease in 24/7 rotation. Pretend was big with me: playing school, Charlie's Angels (I was always Jaclyn Smith), lost on the prairie without Ma and Pa, living on an island by myself... That sort of thing.
I can't end this post without mentioning books. They saved my life. I could get lost in a world that took me far, far away from my own reality. From Golden Books to Judy Blume... I loved them all. And luckily for me my own story had a happy ending so do not worry. It all ended really, really well!
Thank you for taking a trip down memory lane with me.
And thank you to Jessi for hosting.