If somebody asked me what I collected as a child, I would probably be most inclined to say Tazos, everything and anything Barbie related and my undying love for Polly Pocket was near borderline obsessive. My 90s childhood was full of glorified plastic tat, and of course brought me, much joy and happiness.
So when stumbling upon a box of my old stuff I was somewhat quite mortified to discover an army of Trolls. Now I do remember the odd Troll here and there, but nowhere near as many as this lot. I think they must have secretly been multiplying whilst they’ve been packed away all this time.
What I just can’t get my head around is the fact that at some point in my childhood I must have played with these (a memory I seem to have now erased), not only have they got wacky and unruly hair in all shades of neon bright, but they are rather freaky looking too, what with their bare bottoms and ogling eyes.
Are we sure Trolls were meant for children?
One thing is for sure, my love of free gifts has been quite apparent from a young age, I ate my way through many boxes of cereal in hope of collecting the full set of pen toppers.
I’m aware a Troll is supposed to be a mythical creature, but they just don’t quite have the sweet nature appeal of Sylvanian families and other well-loved childhood characters. And Trolls wearing clothes, well that’s a whole other concerning matter. Dressing up Barbie and Ken is one thing, but dressing up a troll is kind of strange…no?
The fact that the word Troll is often used as an insult, kind of adds to the dislike for me, even my love of all things kitsch can’t quite stretch this far.
But they obviously must have served some sort of bizarre purpose in my childhood.