I turned 5 in 1982. My favorite toys at the time were a long limbed teddy bear called Daniel and two long limbed foxes called Lise and Nina. Even though the foxes were different, I had taken scissors and cut the whiskers off one of them to tell them apart. I wasn't even supposed to have them both, two were bought so there was a spare but I was there when the package arrived and was far too curious to leave.
Our 3 hamsters died when I was 5. My baby sitter told me about guinea pigs and how much larger they were than hamsters. She also made me a very strange meal; hot dog buns fried in frying pan and then put chocolate smear on it. I liked it, but my parents hated it as it was hard to get the frying pan clean afterwards. My father dumbly told me to tell her not to do that. As if! I knew a 10 year old would never listen to a 5 year old so I didn't even try.
Once some boys she knew snuck in with water guns. They were boys and big and loud so they scared me even though they were only targeting her. A few times she babysat me along with a boy half my age. He was a real pain. I couldn't stand him due to his behavior. One day I got even. We were at his place and I would pick up a toy to play with. He'd rip it from me shouting "mine!". He'd continue doing that until I stopped trying to play with his toys. Then he'd continue to pinch me and pull my hair. He was so much younger than me that I couldn't do anything to him. I knew all about not hitting someone smaller than me, and it made sense to me. When he came to my place with the babysitter (believe me, I'd never invite him!), he brought some of his toys. One of them ended up under a chair (honestly not my doing), and I covered it. He pointed and cried and I played innocent of course, and even promised the babysitter to let her know if the toy turned up. I still have that little chopper!
My mother, maternal grandparents and I went on vacation to a hut on the mountainside that year, and I saw sheep for the first time but never up close as I didn't have the patience to approach them slowly. We watched a black and white travel TV there. I watched the children's show "Tre-fire-fem" (better known as "Labbetuss") in black and white which was strange to me as I was used to color TV.
In the summer of 1982 there was a bomb on a train station in Oslo, and a woman was killed. I was in the living room while my father watched the TV news. My mother had taken the train to work and I was very scared and cried and asked him if it was her who had been killed. He said no and I relaxed.
The school year 1982/1983 I attended a daycare called Femårsklubben. It was meant to be for 5-year olds, but only two of us were 5, the rest of the kids were 4 and one was 3. I didn't know any of the kids there, they all lived in the same residential area which wasn't the same as mine. There was a set of identical twins there, and I couldn't tell them apart at all, but their best friend could. She called them by name and it never ceased to amaze me. One day I stumbled and fell and hit a chair and got a black eye. I thought it was awesome of course and mad sure to jump out to my mother before the aunts had a chance to tell her. She was startled by my eye of course, which was what I was going for.
My favorite game in that daycare was when they put the two large tables together and split us into two teams, usually boys vs girls. One team would crawl under the tables and one team would be on top of the tables and try to catch the ones under the table when they poked out. I'm sure a game like that would never be allowed today
One day my mother came to pick me up from daycare, she was accompanied by a girl 2 years older than me. I knew her from around the neighborhood but didn't play much with her. I was immediately pouting. I didn't want her to be there so I walked well behind them pouting all the way home. She even came home with us. I was usually chatty with my mom, but I don't think I said an entire sentence while she was there. I was jealous and also didn't like her that much.
On the other hand when one of my grandparents made a surprise visit and picked me up, I was always over the moon. Once I got so excited about it that I hurried home in my joy (way too fast for him to keep up with me) and left my rucksack there and ran out again to meet up with him and then go home together. (The daycare wasn't very far away, so I knew the way well).