My parents tell the story of this toy cow. That I hated. I was terrified of its mooooo. The mere sight of it sent me running. My uncle and cousins loved to torture me with it. Everyone got a good laugh at my expense. At least that's how the story goes. I have a vague memory of The Cow from when I was about two years old.
I was recently at my parents' house for a visit, and once again The Cow story was told. Everyone got a good laugh. Ha. Ha.
And then yesterday we were visiting with good friends who happen to have a collection of vintage toys from childhood. So cool!
Amongst those toys ... The Cow.