Posted 7 years ago
1965 ish , by Ideal Toy Co. Odd Ogg was a gift. All I can remember, is running, screaming crying from this monster. I must have been around three years old when my Father would turn this bad boy on and point it towards my sister and me, and off we would go running like we were either on fire or going to be eaten. Neither of those things happened, of course. But when you have a goofy Dad, this sort of activity was sure to morph into a life long adventure. My Dad, he is one amazing man. Tricks, stories, hugs and love, that is what my Dad is made of….