I love pulling out old toys. Each time the baby rattles and shape sorters make another round in the house it refreshes what it means to carry childhood within your home. Even more than the occurrence of passing down these objects from sibling to sibling, is the passing down of a vintage toy, one of a memory buried even deeper within.
I have many of these "vintage" toys. I use that word with much discretion because they are in fact my childhood toys and frankly I'm not that aged to be quite in such an esteemed category. However, that fact still remains that what was once a novelty for the young is now making a comeback to the market shelves, thus it is descriptive of vintage. {sigh}
Slowly I have introduced my daughter to the world that I once knew. Of course stuff, simply as material worth has small meaning, but when coupled with the happy times and the places it was once played, the meaning can be richly fulfilling. One of my favorites is my first dollhouse. Maybe you had this one too! My cousin had the same one, only in different shades and it was wired with the ever-coveted electric lights as well. Hours upon hours we spent rearranged that furniture, acting out scenes, and making miscellaneous extra props for our "homes". Unpacked and reassembled it is still a magical place for the imagination.
Even the Storm Troopers seem to be relaxing in their newly claimed abode...
