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There were the typical stupid kid things. My mom had this issue with the game Mousetrap. I thought it looked so cool and she had this aversion to buying it for me, probably because of all the tiny parts. I now have two young kids who want the same damn game and when I think of it all I can picture are a million little plastic pieces all over the house. I wanted a canopy bed and I never got one. Then I wanted a waterbed (hey it was the 70s) and I never got that either. I did get a brand-new set of "adult" furniture with a big bed when I was 12, so I guess they made up for that.
The one that really hurts even now is my VW Beetle. Right after I turned 15 I started campaigning for what kind of car I wanted. I had been obsessed with Beetles since childhood and I even had those VW magazines I had torn pinups out of with the really cool restored Bugs and the requisite bikini models all over my room. Well my dad never let on that he took it seriously so I didn't know what to expect. And then, as my birthday approached, the new model year cars came out and I remember the first time I laid eyes on the 1988 Camaro Iroc-Z.....it was the coolest thing I had ever seen! I talked about that car incessantly, not knowing that my dad had already found me a perfectly restored '67 Beetle in Miami....flawless paint, upgraded sound system, sunroof......he had put a deposit down to hold it and when I started going on about the Iroc-Z he thought I didn't want a VW anymore. So he cancelled!!!!!! I didn't find out about this until like a year later. Needless to say I didn't get the Iroc, he thought that was a little too much car for a 16 year-old. I ended up getting an '85 VW Golf that I drove until my 18th birthday, when he decided I was finally mature enough to handle a sporty new car. I've still never satisfied my desire for a VW Bug.
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