The sound the Fisher Price barn makes when you open the front doors is a core memory.
moon rocks/clackers were fun until they started murdering school children.
OMG! I totally forgot about this. I had this and LOVED it. I think I had another one similar, but I definitely had this exact one! Crazy! Thanks for the memory!!
I imagine the pitch meeting for it was like, "OK how can we make Fashion Plates something boys would buy?"OMG! I totally forgot about this. I had this and LOVED it. I think I had another one similar, but I definitely had this exact one! Crazy! Thanks for the memory!!
Hours and rs and hours of hot wheel, yes I still have most of them. Pretty beat up though.
Where'd your dad keep his? Mine kept his stack in the back corner of the garage.Not toys, but found my Dad’s Playboy and Penthouse when I was like 10, which would be around 1980.
still have electronic football and all the buttons work. I can't believe non of them are squishy.Welcome to my youth. Most of my toys were handed down from my 7 older siblings. Time sorta stood still in the toy department and I loved it.
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Where'd your dad keep his? Mine kept his stack in the back corner of the garage.
I thought I did some stupid things but BB gun fights were never a part of it. My brother did shoot me in the ass once and damn it hurt.Looking back we did some really stupid things with our toys that seemed like the right thing to do at the time: We played "cowboys" in the hayloft when we were dressed with winter clothes using our daisy BB guns. We went as far as taking the guns apart and stretching'the propulsion spring to see if we could get more power out of them. I mean how could you make a welt on your brother when he was wearing all those layers? Another game we played when we got our first fiberglass bow was to stand in a circle we scratched in the dirt, launch an arrow as straight up as we could with our end goal to see if you could get it to land in the same circle as you were in. The wooden target arrow would disappear out of sight before reappearing with no time to react. Rather exhilarating! We played basketball in our haymow when it was so cold the ball wouldn't bounce. Solution? Fill a vegetable can with gasoline and light the top. You then had a place to warm up hands over the flame--no such thing as hand warmers back then and who shoots with gloves on? What could possibly go wrong with a fire burning in a haymow?
Oh my…I remember now. Hobby craft store downtown Burlington. Wood plank floor. Ford Fairlane model and Testors bottles of paint. Long bicycle ride up hills to get home.
Hours and rs and hours of hot wheel, yes I still have most of them. Pretty beat up though.