My brother and I both got the cowboy outfits about a decade before you — because, Dale Evans was paired with Roy Rogers after all. Loved those cap guns — still remember the smell of the caps.
As for your story of having to accompany your bleeding father to the ER, that answers a question I’ve long pondered, which is who the hell sends their pre-teen child on a trip like that? My dad’s rolled-up beach towel was stolen by someone who doubtless was surprised to get Mister Magoo’s glasses instead of a wallet, but the deed was done and he had to order a new pair from the optometrist, whose office was over the mountain in the city. And my mother delegated me to be his co-pilot. With a lifetime’s experience, I think my mother was a woman whose last nerve had been snapped just then…
Merry Christmas and happy new year, Bigtree. You looked adorable as a cowboy. 
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