That's it!
I recall begging the boys at school for a read of their Star Trek annuals.
Mum asked what I wanted for Christmas one year. I showed her the "Red Indian Outfit" [Apologies - it was the 1960s and that's what was on the box.) in the local toyshop window.
It had a waist coat, trousers...and the real object of my affection - a bow.
Christmas morning: I got a waistcoat, skirt and a blooming headband with fake pigtails attached.
As soon as the Christmas break was over, I emptied my piggy bank, sneaked out to Woolie's and bought myself a plastic bow and arrow set. (Suckers on the arrows.)