Here's a pic of us at Halloween:
|I'm the runty mouse on the left.|
When I was about five I was oddly obsessed with tape and destruction (construction) paper. It was weird, but my parents kept the tape and paper coming because it kept me entertained and quiet for hours.
Around this age my family was introduced to the concept of birthday parties. I don't think my parents grew up having them so the idea of inviting a bunch of kids over was a bit foreign. So when I turned five, my parents invited the family next door over for cake and ice cream and they brought me a present. I tore through the wrapping paper and what had they got me?
I am sure there were some other things too, but the joy of a three-pack all to myself is what I remember.