My two youngest sons are playing with a vintage Fisher Price parking garage. My mom found it at a church sale. It’s in excellent condition. She arrived on Sunday to help get us through my bed rest, bearing the garage and other goodies for her grandkiddos.
If the garage was purchased in 1974, consider it 1975. The only things missing are the little people and the original cars. It doesn’t matter. My little guys are using Matchbox, Hot Wheel, and small LEGO cars. My two-year-old is using a crank for the first time. It makes the three-story elevator go up and down and up and down. The little stop signs rise when each floor is reached. On the top, there is a slight incline which makes the cars dip down the curvy upper slide.
This is a miracle in toy engineering, I think. I owned a Fisher Price parking garage when I was little. I played with it occasionally, preferring the house and the airplane more. I never noticed how much went into the design of the garage—from the bell ringing to the time and temperature display.
It’s always 3:00 at the Fisher Price garage. It’s 70 degrees fahrenheit and 21 degrees celsius. It’s perfect at the Fisher Price garage.
In early childhood, it should always be post-nap time and warm enough to be outside without a bothersome jacket, playing in the sun. You should be gently dipped toward curvy slides and bells should ding announcing you are on your way down.
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I always loved the parking garage! I never had one but my daycare always did, and sometimes a doctor’s office.
Steph