The bank you're looking at is one that I re-acquired around 17 years ago to replace one I'd had as a child. What makes it more significant to me is that I bought it from a pal who lived a couple of rows behind the row of houses I lived in when I first had my own bank. Just think - as my bank sat on my windowsill in my room, his sat on his windowsill in his room - with only a row of houses between them in the same street.
I always find it strange how familiar re-acquired replacements of things I haven't owned for a long time seem as if I had the originals only yesterday, instead of the several decades it sometimes actually is. As I've said before, it's almost as if I put them in a cupboard the day before, and then opened the cupboard door the next day, to find them waiting where I'd put them. It just doesn't seem possible that it's sometimes been 30 or 40 years since I last laid eyes or hands on them.
If you had this type of bank when you were a sproglet, you'll surely enjoy seeing it again. And, even if you didn't have it, either way, it'll give you an idea which collectable to look out for the next time you're at a toy or memorabilia fayre. No, don't thank me - I'm all heart. (And you can take that to the bank.)
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