I had more than one of these but the one I most remember is a bright blue one ( I know you're shocked that mine was blue) that my dad brought home to me from a business trip the summer after 2nd grade. It probably cost him all of a dollar back then but it might as well have been made of gold as far as I was concerned. My mom was the toy buyer in our house. My dad was never much on bringing toys home to us so just the fact that he went out of his way to pick something out for me and bring it home to me (he was the king of tightwads when he was younger - much more generous in his later years) made it priceless to me. I kept that little chair for years and years. It eventually got lost when during one of my mom's moves. I wish I still had it, not for the chair, but for the memory it still invokes.
