A New Year, a new craze.
It seems every year a new craze takes over the children of Australia.
Circa 1985, it was stationery. Yep, that’s right. The kind you write on. We would go to Granny May’s, buy a single sheet of stationery and matching envelope, put them in our display folder and then take them to school and swap them. Now either this made me a massive nerd or, nope, just a massive nerd. One year later though, it was Cabbage Patch Dolls. The year after that, marbles.
This year it’s these suckers:
Now I mercifully have avoided these because my seven-year-old son seems to be more obsessed with AFL footy cards than making rainbow coloured choking hazards bracelets but I’ve been there before. Just in a different form.
Now, I’ll admit, I don’t know much about these. Although I drove past a Newsagency today that proudly displayed a gigantic sign with the words ‘LOOM BANDS NOW BACK IN STOCK!’.
A craze ain’t a craze unless it sells out.
Hand held digital pets. Because you know, those REAL dogs, cats and goldfish just weren’t nearly as fun to starve and neglect. These seemingly indestructible handheld devices were the ire of teachers and parents alike. Often banned from schools for being too distracting, most children, as a result, eventually starved and killed their virtual pets within the week.
3. Zhu Zhu Pets
I had an actual interstate telephone conversation trying to track down these fecking things. Toy distributors are not stupid. They knew the ONLY thing your child was asking Santa for in 2010 was one of these babies. Not for love nor money could I secure one locally, hence the interstate phone call to a girlfriend in Sydney. YES, she could grab one of these gerbil creations and express post it to me by COB Christmas Eve.
Fun Fact, these guys reactivate in the dead of night and squirrel themselves away in the almost undetectable black holes of your children’s rooms.
4. Cabbage Patch Kids
God I was desperate for one of these. I remember seeing the televised mini riot parents found themselves embroiled in when the first batch were released in Myer. I of course, was crazy jealous of my classmates as they started to bring their own dolls in, week after week. My own mother flat out refused to allow me to own one. She would however, let me have the Cabbage Patch’s poor cousin, The Flower Kid. She may as well have just had ‘lamest kid in school’ tattooed on my forehead and be done with it. Extra points if you remember the supposed flying demon dolls the Cabbage Patch Dolls turned into at night. Quadruple points if you can remember the name on your own doll’s adoption certificate.