There's another series I remeber dearly (David, o gnomo), and, though I must confess I didn't remember it's name, I remember the characters very well. I remember the pointy hats of the pinky faces gnomes, who traveled in the wings of goose. And once again, the vilans: the trolls, witha funny nose and a sad look, a look that only vilains could have.
And also "The little pony." Apart from TV, this was one of two "mass" toys I had , this one and Topo Gigio, wich looked at me over the headboard. I spent months asking for a "little pony" to my parents. And at Christmas, this was one of the presents I investigated without ever opening it. And on Christmas Night there it was. A little pony, with colourfull horsehair, a long tail, a small brush for styling and hooks, one pink butterfly-shaped. I still keep them, my little pony and Topo Gigio, I keep them in the attic of my house, the house where I was a child.
And if today we can not pick a favorite book as a child, I knew what it was: "A fada Oriana." The fairy Oriana was vain, and because of that, one day she lost her wings. How sad, a fairy loses its wings ... But she needed to lose them, in order to grow up. SheI needed to remember who she was, a good fairy, to recover her wings.