I saw this Indiana Jones doll at a thrift shop on Hwy 100. For Christmas 1981 I desperately wanted one, and in fact accidentally saw that my parents had granted me my wish. Yes, accidentally; then and now I prefer my gifts to be surprises.
But on Christmas morning there was NO Indiana Jones figure, and I was visibly confused. Then, from behind the living room chair in our second floor flat, they pulled out one last gift. My parents saved the best for last, and I had my Indy:)
That was one of the best Christmas presents I've ever gotten.
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