When I was around ten years old my family (which included my aunt and uncle and some cousins) took a road trip to Hot Springs, Arkansas to see Grandma Bush (my aunt's mom). En route, we stopped off at a gas station in Texas, I believe, or possibly Oklahoma, where I happened upon the most glorious rubber gorilla I ever did see.
He was at least a foot tall made of a soft jiggly rubber, but he must have weighed a good three or four pounds. He had some mass to him. And I wanted him. Bad. Thankfully, my mom was always a pretty easy touch so it only took a couple minutes of begging and pleading for me to be the proud owner of said rubber gorilla. I loved that thing. Kept it for many years. It slept on the bed with me (along with my stuffed basset hound - a pillow really with a basset hound face printed on one side and a basset hound, um, rear on the other). The gorilla was one of my prized possessions as a kid. He lost a leg along the way and eventually must have been thrown out. I don't remember. Okay, the ending to this story needs a little work. At least I vaguely remember the day I got him.
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I have vivid memories of playing with that jiggly gorilla as a child. I even remember how the rubber smelled. I love the cartoon. It even looks like you as a kid:)
Note to self: Find jiggly, rubber gorilla for husband.
OMG, I totally remember that thing! You were something of a gorilla nut back then. And you had the best gorilla walk ever!
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