Memories of King Kong

I have a happy memory of watching King Kong (1933) on the TV, with my mum and godmother sometime in the early sixties. The film came on after an episode of The Avengers. I was captivated, and this led to a particular birthday present which I still have. Many years later, my King Kong is in a fragile state: much of its fur has worn away, it can only take a step or two, and it barley beats its chest. Perhaps, in the right light, it still looks ferocious. Additional ferocity in the extras.