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Stopped at the Bookshop other day....saw this little basket w/ red plastic eggs in it--"They're free!" SO of course I have to have a Silly Putty.

Later, watching how it drapes to the shape of darn near anything, I realized.....my only MEMORY of playing with SP as a kid involves getting in trouble for NOT tearing my new pants. I'm sure I DID play with it, transfer comics, watch it bounce, etc....

I had a bit of it in the kitchen on College Street--so I know I was in K or 1st grade--was supposed to keep it in the kitchen, not take it in my room. I put it down on a chair while I got a glass of water--of course all the glasses were up high so I had to pull a chair over, climb up, all that. Got my drink, put the glass in the sink upside down, climbed down--and couldn't find my Silly Putty! While I'm looking for it, Mom walks in:

"Oh no, you've torn your new pants." (LIKE she had anything to DO with getting them! Her PARENTS got 99% of my clothes at this time, though she made good money as an RN.) I look down to see what she's talking about, being fairly sure I have NOT torn ANYthing, and guess what? There's my Silly Putty, stuck to the right knee of my britches! Relieved that a) I've FOUND it! and b) I've NOT torn anything, I peel it off with joy overflowing and blurt, "I was LOOKING for that!"

So I got walloped for NOT tearing my new pants. Still trying to figure that out.

And that is my sole childhood memory of a very popular toy.

Just how fu**ed is that?

(AND just how messed up is it that I feel the need to share that HERE, instead of telling my Husband or F2F friends?)