Do you remember your best/worst toy meltdown?

[Karen-bionic-fan]

What a great story and great post loved hearing that great pics

[torgospizza]

Second one was when the SW Tautaun's came out. Only two left in the store(Don's Toys at Glendale Galleria) and my brother made me throw a tantrum so we could each get. It worked!!

That's hilarious! It sounds like something I'd try to get my little brother to do, knowing better than to try it myself. Funny stuff.

[grayhank]

Hmm... growing up in 70s and having a meltdown was unheard of. In the long ago days, Parents had no problems pulling your pants down in public and beating your butt or sending you out to sit in the hot car. Instead of "time-outs" we had "knock-outs".

Although I did have a meltdown at Target just a few weeks ago over a 9 Piece Action Figure set. Then I realized I had the ATM Card... so crying was kind of pointless... considering I was alone. Yeah... I'm kind of a big loser (I know).

[Type3Toys]

That was a cool story. I would not have faired as well. My dad was like Zorro with his belt.
He could carve a "D" in my a*s and have his belt back on before I felt the sting...or witnesses could see it.

[Chris]

Hey JB,

Your acting out couldn't be helped. That Evil Kneivel toy was outstanding! The toy came out in the mid-70s and my opinion of it still hasn't changed.

If you get a chance pick up the Evel Kneivel Chopper. You can get it to do flips if you angle the ramp correctly.

[Earth 2 Chris]

I knew better to throw a tantrum. Not that my parents beat me or anything, but my Mom dragged me around town all the time to pay bills, etc, so I knew to behave out in public.

The closest I ever came was over a Transformer. I had saved up my allowance and was ready to go to Ben Franklin's and pick up the leader of the Aerialbots (Silverstreak?). As my Mom and I are walking toward the aisle, I see this younger kid grab the last one, and he takes off with it. He goes to the toy counter, and his mom buys it for him. I was crushed. I was so upset, I had to fight back tears.

What a weinie!!!

Chris

[LadyZod]

Good lord protect me if I *EVER* threw a public tantrum (or private one for that matter.)

I was raised to respect my elders. (And by respect, I mean FEAR.)

The threat alone was enough to have me shaking.

I remember being disappointed when I couldn't have a toy I wanted, but my mom was smart. She guilted me by saying, "You know I would buy it for you if I could. I don't have the money right now. Why don't you ask Santa?" And of course, Santa always forgot to get it, so I had to learn to deal with it.

If you want to read some of my recollections (free plug) check out my blog--link in siggy.

[boynightwing]

My meltdown involved a Mr.T shirt. We went to a Tshirt place in Toronto where they could put anything on a shirt right there for you. I wanted Mr. T and my brother wanted Micheal Jackson. My mom thought we should both get the same shirt (to this day I don't understand why and she's still cannot explain it...) so we both ended up with Micheal Jackson. I was pretty upset over the whole deal. I don't think I ever wore the shirt more then once. Had they just got me Mr T. I would have worn it all the time.

[EMCE Hammer]

I remember one meltdown, over a toy I already had. I had just gotten a Mego Supes, and my mom was dropping me off at my grandma's house for the day. My cousin was also going to be there. When I realized I left Supes at home, I flipped out. I was so upset that I couldn't show it to him, I begged my mom to take me back home to get it. Impossible because it would have made her late, and insane because I was going to see my cousin next day.

[david_b]

I was never a tantrum throwing child. It simply never occured to me. The only time I would pitch a fit about a toy was if I couldn't find it, or it broke.

Same here.. The only thing that came close was one year finding ALL the yet-to-be-wrapped grandchildren christmas toy truck gifts under my Grandma's bed and asking her 'WHY I WAS GETTING ANOTHER DUMP TRUCK..?!?'

Every.. darn.. year.., a dump truck. By '72, I had about a half dozen dump trucks, all different sizes, none of which could I use with my GI Joes or MMMs..

I know, I'm blessed to get anything in life. But, jeez..

Oy.

david_b

[HardyGirl]

I was never a tantrum throwing child. It simply never occured to me. The only time I would pitch a fit about a toy was if I couldn't find it, or it broke.

[SeattleEd]

Love that Sears. Really fun to go during Christmas time. Thanks for photo.

I got Steve Austin throwing a huge tantrum.
Second one was when the SW Tautaun's came out. Only two left in the store(Don's Toys at Glendale Galleria) and my brother made me throw a tantrum so we could each get. It worked!!

[B-Lister]

Yeah, Tantrums would be the last thing to earn me a toy as a kid.

I actually can't remember my brothers or I ever having them, because 1: They didn't work, and 2: They always brought about the exact opposite of the desired outcome.

I don't recall my parents ever denying me anything outright, telling me I can't have it. Only that if I wanted it, I'd have to earn it, either by doing chores or helping out neighbors, or by bringing up my grades.

I may not have been able to get it right away, but if it meant something to me, I'd end up with it, through good behavior, and positive reinforcement, as opposed to a reward to stifle bad behavior, because they couldn't deal with the screaming, and crying.

because I tell ya, they could deal with the screaming and crying. In public. With extreme prejudice.

[4NDR01D]

I remember after going to see rocky 3, my mom took me to towers department store to get a LJN Hulk Hogan figure. All they had left were heel characters and Jimmy Snuka. I had a minor crying fit but I got the Snuka.

[UnderdogDJLSW]

My son was just playing with his repro Evel today.

I never had a tantrum over toys. I usually would be a sore loser at board games and such, but that would usually only be around family. I did whine about things sometimes, but then that would usually be the clue to get the item for a gift to be presented later.