The photo finisher’s date stamp says Dec 1978, and I see a scrap of Christmas wrapping paper in the picture, so this must be Christmas 1978, and I must be 2½ here. I had that Mickey doll for years, and I loved him to death. (The photo is too blown-out for me to tell what my other present was.)
What’s funny is that my son Connor (age 3) got a Mickey doll this past Christmas, and it’s his best buddy right now. I showed him this picture, and explained to him that this was me when I was little, and that I used to have a Mickey doll, too.
You should have seen his face light up.