When I was a child, I do not remember how old, I had a black hairy gummy spider and a real lookinh big black gummy "kyy" snike that I once hid in the grasses in our garden and my mom got scared. I also had a maybe 15 cm high plastic sceleton that one can hang in a table lamp and shake to make it kind of dance. It slightly glowed like with phosphor, if one first had it in strong lught and then shut the lamp to be in dark. My mom took it away. When I was 12, we bought from Thailand a snake to that one can pull in a stirng and it had wheels under it's head and a light brown paper tail. My mom liked kind of scientifical or engineering toys like Rubik's cube and we had a similarly working chain of green and light triangles like a snake from which one could form different shapes like a ball etc. We later had the outer shell of a big insect that had grown out of it and changed to a flying insect, it was in a match box. My mom made made read enermously, first adventure stori...
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