Here's the story:My friend Randy and I are looking at a catalogue that has all these toys from our childhood and more. It prompts comments like "wow, remember these?" or "I always wanted one of those!" and as I turned a page, I saw this big 1970's blow up Bozo the Clown that stopped me dead in my tracks. You see when I was 5 yrs old, I wanted this blow up Bozo sooooo bad. I asked Santa for it and he brought it- I awoke Christmas morning to it all blown up and waiting for me (alongside an identical Fred Flinstone version as well, which I also really wanted). I loved them, until, just two days later, my sweet little clown got popped! I was so sad. So, when I saw this in the catalogue, I had to tell him the story.
Well, months had passed and what did I open from him for Christmas? BOZO THE CLOWN! I mean, the thought, the memory and all, is just the sweetest funniest kindest thing. I did---I cried.
My favorite Christmas present.
