Nicole and I were somewhat inadvertently ahead of our time as children. In our daily play, one thing we did was gather on her bedroom floor with all her Barbie crap and all my G. I. Joe crap and make a big compound of houses, dolls, pillows and such. Since it was a trip to imagination land, one thing we needed to imagine was a transportation system. The evolution of that was a device we named the “E Machine,” so called because as it flew along, carrying Joe, Barbie, Long Locks, the German light infantry, Dawn, and any other toys, dolls or characters in our playland ensemble, the bathing cap that carried them all was accompanied by the sound, “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Sometimes on the weekends, Mom and Dad let us make a pallet in there and sleep on the floor, surrounded by our valley of the dolls.