Old Toy Trains
Dec. 23rd, 2012 07:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodyrosemccoyAh, memories.
I had to take this picture while standing between Dad and an HD football game. It was pretty difficult, actually.
Mom and The Neighbor Kid got out our old Playmobil electric train to put around the tree. We have a lot of old Playmobil stuff.* Aside from the usual playin' in the basement, where I'd spend hours making up stupid stories with which to entertain my siblings,** we'd also set out a lot of the playsets on the summer solstice for the fairies to use during their Midsummer parties. Because they were the perfect size, you know.
Anyway, so the train brought back memories.
Unfortunately, it also had the unforeseen consequence of completely shattering the mental health of the cat. One look at the little thing trundling around on its track and that was it.
CAT: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! IT'S THE IRON HORSEMAN OF THE APOCALYPSE
US: Look, cat, it's okay! It just goes in circles. And it can't move unless we turn it on.
CAT: DON'T BLINK
US: Uh, perhaps she'll get used to it.
*four hours later*
CAT: I HAVE NOT MOVED FROM MY VIGIL. THE TRAIN COULD CHARGE AT ANY MOMENT
ME: Jesus, cat. Here, I'll even CARRY you upstairs.
CAT: WHAT IF IT FOLLOWS US
ME: Here, sit on your teddy bear.
CAT: OH GOD DON'T LEAVE ME
We keep thinking she'll get used to it. So far, no good. Even upstairs, she keeps glancing toward the basement, as though it'll come roaring up at her any minute. Which is also bringing back memories--specifically, memories of being a very small child full of primal terror that there was a SKELETON in the basement and it would get me if I went down alone. And that experience tells me: even if she could understand my words, any explanation that the train was not about to get her would fail.
She did give it a nose poke last night, though, before fleeing. That might be a good sign. It's such a darn cute train, it'd be a shame to take it down on account of a panicking cat.
*Although not the circus stuff. I always really wanted the circus stuff. There were colors and feathers and elephants, for God's sake.
**A constant form of play for us--I'd get hold of Playmobil or LEGOs or miscellaneous Ninja Turtles and Barbies and run them through all sorts of dumb shit while my siblings giggled helplessly. Although I never really built with the LEGOs. I have a magic force field that causes LEGOs to fall apart.
I had to take this picture while standing between Dad and an HD football game. It was pretty difficult, actually.
Mom and The Neighbor Kid got out our old Playmobil electric train to put around the tree. We have a lot of old Playmobil stuff.* Aside from the usual playin' in the basement, where I'd spend hours making up stupid stories with which to entertain my siblings,** we'd also set out a lot of the playsets on the summer solstice for the fairies to use during their Midsummer parties. Because they were the perfect size, you know.
Anyway, so the train brought back memories.
Unfortunately, it also had the unforeseen consequence of completely shattering the mental health of the cat. One look at the little thing trundling around on its track and that was it.
CAT: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! IT'S THE IRON HORSEMAN OF THE APOCALYPSE
US: Look, cat, it's okay! It just goes in circles. And it can't move unless we turn it on.
CAT: DON'T BLINK
US: Uh, perhaps she'll get used to it.
*four hours later*
CAT: I HAVE NOT MOVED FROM MY VIGIL. THE TRAIN COULD CHARGE AT ANY MOMENT
ME: Jesus, cat. Here, I'll even CARRY you upstairs.
CAT: WHAT IF IT FOLLOWS US
ME: Here, sit on your teddy bear.
CAT: OH GOD DON'T LEAVE ME
We keep thinking she'll get used to it. So far, no good. Even upstairs, she keeps glancing toward the basement, as though it'll come roaring up at her any minute. Which is also bringing back memories--specifically, memories of being a very small child full of primal terror that there was a SKELETON in the basement and it would get me if I went down alone. And that experience tells me: even if she could understand my words, any explanation that the train was not about to get her would fail.
She did give it a nose poke last night, though, before fleeing. That might be a good sign. It's such a darn cute train, it'd be a shame to take it down on account of a panicking cat.
*Although not the circus stuff. I always really wanted the circus stuff. There were colors and feathers and elephants, for God's sake.
**A constant form of play for us--I'd get hold of Playmobil or LEGOs or miscellaneous Ninja Turtles and Barbies and run them through all sorts of dumb shit while my siblings giggled helplessly. Although I never really built with the LEGOs. I have a magic force field that causes LEGOs to fall apart.
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Date: 2012-12-24 06:11 am (UTC)my friend also does the whole train under the tree thing - it wasn't ever a tradition in our house, but trains are always fun!
Playmobil were AWESOME - but super expensive - we only got the ones that McDonalds were giving out in kids meals, really.
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Date: 2012-12-24 07:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-24 08:43 pm (UTC)I still... um... 'organize' the playmobil at mom's, on occasion. Y'know, set it up. Make it look nice. Not play with it, obviously, I'm almost thirty, that would be silly. :P