it was this simple little inexpensive toy.......it was a small hill under a plastic cover on top of a piece of cardboard....there was a little metal ball that you had to get to the top of the hill (holding onto the cardboard and moving it so that the ball would climb up the hill)....it was all labeled as if it was space...
it was a simple thing made in a sheltered workshop that my father ran while he was getting his Ph.D (it was his job, while he worked on his PhD at the same time)......it was my 3rd birthday and i was visiting the workshop (as i often did - the people working there enjoyed having me around for some reason)...... a man in the sheltered workshop gave it to me as a present for my birthday and i cherished it for years and years.....
then many years later, when i was in graduate school, my mother gave it away to a boy who was visiting my parents house with his parents......(cousins of mine i think)...
when she told me she'd given it to him to play with i didn't mind....when she told me that she'd told him he could keep it, i was devastated.....i couldn't believe she would do that.....the most dear toy i had ever had and even now, 47 years after i first received it, it still brings a special feeling to me...and makes me sad to think that it was probably chucked into the trash the same day.....mothers are sometimes none too bright.....