In 1998, after spending 3 years in Germany, we moved to El Paso, Texas. Talk about culture shock!
Basically, we went from one semi-bilingual place to another, trading cold rain for dust storms. The biggest differences (besides those dust storms) were that neither SuperDad nor I had ever studied Spanish (we’ve encouraged our kids to learn it) and there were many more choices in the stores.
Really, people — how many different kinds of toothpaste and toothbrushes do we need?!? It was seriously overwhelming to go shopping in the United States.
However, there were some things I really missed from Germany (okay, there were a LOT of things I missed) and the Bobby Car was one of them.
Little Tykes brand has nothing on this joy-ride. It is practically untippable. H-J was a preschooler and still using his on a regular basis, and after SnakeMaster was born, I wanted one for him, too. Perhaps now you can find them on Amazon and buy them here in the United States, but back then? No way, Jose!* So I did two things: I told Grandma that SM wanted one for Christmas, and I contacted my friend in Germany (who was also a military spouse) and asked her to purchase and mail one to me through the APO system.
These pictures were sent to my mother with the Christmas thank-you notes.
*According to urbandictionary.com: “Old timer’s vernacular, used to express disbelief or disagreement. You can also use it to say “no” to someone named Jose.”