Born in 1955
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I wasn't much into Barbie dolls, or easybake ovens, or other girly girl toys. I'm too lazy to look for images of my roller skates, or silly putty, or marbles, or my bicycle.
That's a whole 'nuther story. I had a little kids bike, but I wanted a big girl bike like my older sister had. So I "borrowed" hers and went for a ride, swinging my feet out to the sides & back again as I went down the hill. Except I missed the pedal with my right foot, and my heel got caught in the spokes. Stopped the bike dead, and I went ass over teakettle over the handlebars, landing on my chin. Net result, a partially severed Achilles tendon and a broken jaw...plus a very pissed off sister & father. My jaw was wired shut for a month...had to take baby food to school in my lunchbox (first grade). And after that, I didn't get my own bike until my 8th birthday. I was not a "good little girl"