NOT a motorized scooter (This was 1960.)
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I’d dreamed about it every night and seen it every single day in Sears and Roebuck’s grand Wish Book. I’d taken every chance to say, “PLEASE, Mom, PLEASE, Dad, write Santa. Tell him I’ve been good the whole year through! I wrote and told him what I want, but it can’t hurt to hear from you!” Then there I stood, and there it was— all red and shiny, by the tree-- that scooter I’d been wanting so from Wishbook, page one twenty-three.
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