Quite a few come to mind. Leggos and erector sets. My Crossman bolt action CO2 pelet gun. (I had the .22 cal.- not those whimpy .177 play toys!) Squirt guns were always a hit in the summer. And then there were the slingshots. 'Saved up my money and got the Whamo Wrist Rocket. Every squirrel in the neighborhood feared me, for they knew death and destruction was only a pocket full of rocks away. My first pocket knife was a special occasion too. A little two blade Barlow, which I still have to this day. That little knife's got more stories behind it than you can shake a stick at. 'Even gutted a deer with it one time when I forgot my bigger knife. 'Can't even beging to count how many fish, muskrats and beavers that little clip blade has dealt with over the years.
