Best. Toy. Ever.
If my mother thought it might be dangerous for me to spend hours sitting on the steps in front of our apartment wearing cut-off shorts and breathing the fumes from a boiling cauldron of molten plastic, she never said anything; really, she probably figured it was cheaper than eating paste or sniffing markers until they dried out (big hobbies with the other kids on my block). Besides, my infinite supply of interestingly-colored plastic creatures meant I only tried to beg for quarters when I wanted gum or a superball, and that was much more reasonable than trying to feed my endless hunger for hideous horror movie props.
I was, I think, nine when my sister (Rachel, the youngest one) wandered innocently out onto the porch, grabbed hold of the cord on my Creepy Crawler machine, and gave it a good yank. The machine promptly flew into the air and stuck to the side of my right calf, at which point I began wailing like a banshee on acid. The machine fell down; the mold didn't. My mother came running out of the apartment and sensibly grabbed my little sister, who was in serious danger of being pitched off the balcony once I finished screaming, and then ran back inside to get some ice. I managed to knock the mold off my leg, leaving an enormous glob of bright orange molten Plasti-Goop behind. More screaming.
Mom came out, and wiped away the plastic; my leg was already starting to blister. I still have the scar, a strawberry-shaped white patch about the size of a man's thumb print on my right calf. It makes an entertaining conversation piece, since "Where did you get that scar?" is rarely answered with "My sister spilled a molten plastic caterpillar mold on my leg."
I miss my Creepy Crawler machine. And if I had it, there's not a parent I know who'd let their children near my house ever again.
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January 27 2010, 15:49:07 UTC 7 years ago
I'd let my kids come over in a minute ...
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January 27 2010, 16:01:14 UTC 7 years ago
I remember when the big thing in the '80s (I was born in '79 and went to public grade school in Brooklyn, NY) was sniffing markers, sniffing and eating glue, and sniffing and chewing blue pens. Now its raiding Grandma's medicine cabinet for hydrocodone. Or did they do that too in the '80s
My childhood best friend, Brian, had a Creepy Crawler maker. Alongside our massive collection of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle toys. We made the Turtles fight the Creepy Crawlers. With My Little Ponies. It was awesome. I miss my 1980s childhood.
Just wanted to say thanks for the memories.
January 27 2010, 16:03:11 UTC 7 years ago
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THIS I did have!
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January 27 2010, 16:02:10 UTC 7 years ago
*I* wanted one of those when I was a kid!!!
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My favorite of the thingmaker sets was the mini-dragon set, I think that one was either mine or one that was for all of us. (I wasn't 100% clear on the concept of individual ownership until I was much older. My siblings will attest to this.)
January 27 2010, 16:04:22 UTC 7 years ago
I HAD THAT TOY!
January 27 2010, 16:05:41 UTC 7 years ago
Wow. What a sense memory. Thanks.
My father still won't buy me a rock tumbler, despite the fact that I am all growed up and stuff. He says that I broke too many of them and suspects I would still try to shove a brick in there, because a big, smooth, red rock would be an awesome paperweight and conversation piece that I could tell people was a petrified lump of yeti kidney or dragon spleen. I simply have no idea where he gets these crazy ideas. Everybody knows carnelian makes the best artificial petrified organs.
My friends with children don't let me tell stories from my own childhood. They fear incidents involving marshmallows, 200 rabbits in the bedroom, a enormous pile of grated soap, and secret passages dug through dry wall. I have tried to explain that their fears are groundless, since chances are their children do not have access to 200 rabbits, three dozen bars of soap, or dry wall tools--they do not care. Those kids are missing out, I tell you!
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January 27 2010, 16:09:51 UTC 7 years ago
As a teenager I went on to buying molding kits for making my own lead miniatures for D&D.
January 27 2010, 22:22:31 UTC 7 years ago
Yay, lead minis!
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(Santa got me a Creepy Crawlers maker.)
January 28 2010, 05:04:37 UTC 7 years ago
I miss my Plasti-Goop and the freedom it granted me. They're making it again, but not in glow-formula.
January 27 2010, 17:19:32 UTC 7 years ago
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Best I can come up with is a working toy washing machine I used to wash my dolls clothes in.
It was a grand toy and got the clothes nicely clean but I don't think it was dangerous,
My TV toy was a Lady Penelope marionette who was always tangled in her strings
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Though he never let me actually make the soldiers, I used to play with them all the time and never once got lead poisoning.
January 28 2010, 05:06:46 UTC 7 years ago
Congrats on your lack of heavy metal related illness.
January 27 2010, 18:15:51 UTC 7 years ago
It used wax instead of plastic. My brother and I discovered that we could melt crayons to get more color variety.
It was fun till we lost all the wheels
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My parents immediately decided that I would not be receiving those toys as a re-gift. I would have dispensed head traumas to everyone in reach.
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January 27 2010, 18:48:44 UTC 7 years ago
Did you know there was a later incarnation with different goo that was EDIBLE?? I was SOOOO jealous!
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February 1 2010, 16:47:46 UTC 7 years ago
Stuff the kids...
January 27 2010, 19:35:43 UTC 7 years ago
I saw one demonstrated at a pre-Christmas visit to a department store but was never allowed to have one, so I had to make do with setting fire to the back of my hand with molten plastic that I had been stretching over a candle to make aerial wires for model aircraft.
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February 1 2010, 16:48:05 UTC 7 years ago
Yay, fire!
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Got that *exact* machine in 1965, for Christmas. That's the year I got my first record player (at the tender age of 5) and he gave me the Beatles on 45 RPM because he was 'tired of them.' I'm not sure if it was that, or to save him from the endless repetitions of the one Disney record that came with the player.
But the creepy crawler thing? Was actually a combo player with Vac-U-Form being the other half of the combo. This thing. See that black pit? That's where creepy crawlers come from. You also cooked your pre-perfed plastic sheets over that and then SLAMMED them over the molds you had set up on the opposite side and hopefully got something that looked like a toy instead of a plastic biscuit.
Did I mention hot? And if you happened to miss the perfs with that sheet of plastic, what happened? PHEW. And I was a helpful little mite - and adored that big brother. So when he missed and first impulse grabbed - well, I did too and blam. My poor brother. He was endlessly saving me from myself, it would seem.
(I'm also the one with a messed up lower lip because I wanted to see what light tasted like and attempted it with a nightlight (three degree electrical burn and lost 50% of the lower lip). Guess who pulled me off the circuit? Yeah.)
February 1 2010, 16:48:48 UTC 7 years ago
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January 27 2010, 20:47:54 UTC 7 years ago
What I did get one year was a a chocolate maker. It plugged in, had a round spot that got very hot, pans for melting chocolate and molds.
My god, you could burn things on that burner. And we did. Once the chocolate ran out. Never did burn myself, but I can't say the same for my friends.
February 1 2010, 16:49:22 UTC 7 years ago
Yay for semi-controlled burns!
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