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Tuesday - July 01, 2003
I Got The Worm
I am going to be on vacation until 7/11/03 (as indicated by my oh-so-groovy status button). My sister sluts will still be taking calls, so if you can't live without having someone whisper sweet nothings until I get back, you can still let your fingers do the walkin' and get some hot talkin' at 1-87-SEX-DIARY. /shameless plug
Oh, and Happy Independence Day, all.
Meanwhile, a recent conversation and subsequent eBay find led me to reflect upon this naughty little bit of nostalgia.
When I was a girl in the seventies, my parents bought me a Hasbro Inchworm.
Now, it may not be readily obvious from the photo, but the way this little gem works is that you slip into the saddle, hold onto the two yellow saddle horns and bounce vigorously up and down. This action forces the inchworm to flex and unflex, making it roll slightly forward or backward depending largely on the incline of the terrain beneath.
Repeat as necessary.
It was my experience that my male friends didn't much care for "Inchy" as I lovingly called mine. (The yellow saddle horns had a tendency to bang against tender places *sigh*).
I am pretty sure this product was largely the work of some Hasbro executive with hairy palms who spent the majority of his time hanging out around schoolyards.
I don't remember exactly when my mother decided it was unseemly for me to be bouncing backward and forward on my Hasbro Inchworm -- or when exactly one Hasbro executive turned to another Hasbro executive and said "you know, eventually someone is going to catch onto the fact that we're just training little girls to saddle up."
But I can't imagine I'm the only naughty girl out there to remember one fondly.
You just can't find good toys with well-placed saddle horns these days.
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