This has b been a Bellybama.... BIOGRAPHY!
The year was 1994, I was 7 and all I wanted for Xmas was a My Model hair and fashion make-up doll. I wrote to Santa, begged my family for one, and even did extra chores on the farm (beyond the slave labour of milking 500 stupid cows in a herringbone dairy before and after school).
My parents worked both my brother and I hard, and we never got to go away on holidays or anything like that, because of the freaking dairy farm, and a drought that lasted 5 years.
5:30am on Xmas morning comes, and the present under the tree is wrapped up, and it looks to be the right size! I was so happy I could piss.
I unwrapped it, and it wasn't what I wanted. Yet again, I was given a Tonka truck.
My mum still says that the look I gave her that morning, was the most loathsome and heated glare she's seen me give.
I picked up the truck, left the house, and climbed on top of the shed roof beside the dam waiting for my parents to come out. When they finally did, I screamed "WHAT IS THIS s***??!!?!" And threw the truck into the dam from the roof. It was a brilliant throw in my mind.
Dad then proceeded to beat the s*** out of me after I climbed down, but eh, it was worth it. lol
What's a boy to do with a toy truck?! We had real trucks and motorbikes.