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I can vividly remember sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, flipping through the Sears "Wish Book" with a pencil in hand. I'd carefully circle the toys I dreamed of unwrapping on Christmas morning, hoping my parents or Santa would notice. The pages were filled with action figures, board games, and gadgets I'd only seen in commercials—each more exciting than the last. I'd stare at the glossy pictures for hours, imagining what it would be like to actually own them. It wasn't just about the toys; it was the thrill of possibility. The anticipation of circling something made it feel like I was one step closer to getting it.
Looking back, those moments felt magical—filled with innocence, excitement, and endless imagination. Even though I didn't get everything I circled, the act of picking out toys from that massive catalog was an adventure all on its own, one I miss in today's digital world.