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A "Montague" split bamboo fly rod, that my Dad built for me from a kit... Still got it.... A great blue gill rig!

And in later years, a bong.

I collected Matchbox cars. Wish I still had some of them...some are quite valuable. Also, many of the kids in the neighborhood had Flexies. We didn't get much snow where we lived in California, so our sleds had wheels instead of runners. I'm sure I hit terminal velocity more than a couple of times on that thing.

strike anywhere matches and blackcats!

Wasn't much of a indoor toy kid, didn't have TV but Shetland pony with old saddle a Red Rider BB gun tied on took me on many mile rain/snow/sleet/hail. Haven't been without a horse very often since then.

Looking back I'm surprised my folks didn't worry more about a 6 year old saddling up his horse after school to go for a ride. More than once I got home after dusk but always found my dinner in the oven keeping warm.

most of all my slingshot. Killed a chit load of birds, bullfrogs and rabbits with the slingshot and gravels i picked up off the dirt roads where i lived . There where hardy any paved roads in the late 50's and 60's

Legos were my favorite. I kept them in my dads old shop vac.

A small (18") working fire truck, hoses and all.

Christmas time, out in the back yard, starting grass fires so I could put them out.

My Daisy BB gun and my Camillus Stockman pocket knife.

L.W.

a rock, and a stick.

Melanie.

There was one of those at the local five-and-ten that I wanted so badly I could taste it. I didn't get it and it has haunted me ever since. I used to look on ebay and saw that they were selling for quite a bit of money. I would have bought one if I had ever seen one that was complete and in good working order.

we ran a rope with stick handles on each end between the forks of two tress in the backyard and hooked the middle under the footstep of our homemade stilts sitting bottom up and angled on a couple of milk crates. On the count of three we could get a very nice flight out of them......until we sent one through the roof of the neighbor's garage.

I would still be running but...

For me it was GI Joe, little plastic army men (WWII Germans vs USA), toy guns, and the like. I also had a great little frontier army fort with cowboy and Indian figures that I spent a lot of time with.

Kathy.

Little green army men. Can't believe no one has mentioned those. I spent thousands of hours spitting and sputtering and creating artillery explosions with a sharp rap to a kitchen knife stuck in the dirt at a 45 degree angle.

I still have mine....and it's never out of reach.

Glenfield model 60.

While we had a few traditional "toys", I can't really remember playing with any of them past the age of 7 or 8. We lived out in the country....five miles from the nearest neighbor and 8 from any of my friends.

Most of my time was spent in the woods and along the creek with a .22 rifle and spinning rod. I constantly had a trap line or string of set hooks in the creek and ran it every day. My mode of transportation was a bicycle and I made a 5-mile "run" every other day with a tow sack tied to the handlebars to collect coke bottles for the deposit (had to have some way to buy ammo for the .22).

I remember I almost always shot .22 shorts instead of .22 LR because the shorts were almost half the price. In those days an 8 year old kid could ride into town with a rifle strapped to his back, go into the hardware store and buy whatever ammo he wanted.....and no one thought anything about it. That store would actually sell shotgun shells one at a time.....or however many you could afford. many a time I'd pile my bottle deposit money on the counter and tell him I wanted a box of Shorts and however many shotgun shells this will buy.

When a gruop of kids did get together (and we weren't hunting or fishing or camping), we'd play whatever ball game someone had a ball for.....baseball, football, basketball. We were mostly cousins and played ball together from the age of 5 or 6. Maybe that's why we dominated high school sports (even though we were one of the smallest schools in the state) once we got to high school (three State Championships and multiple district/regional championship teams).

I remember the Creepy Crawlers where you'd melt rubber/plastic compound and cast your own "creatures". Can't imagine parents stday turning a half dozen 7 and 8 year olds loose with moltent plastic.....but somehow we all survived.

While the creations were sort of OK.....we soon discovered that if you put a hook and small weight in the Crawles.....bass and bream couldn't resist. Mny a plastic worm, bug and crawfish were sacrificaed for a fish dinner.

I remember the first time I saw a commercial plastic worm (a Creme worm with the dual hook rig inside) I thought...."They stole our idea".....not knowing the Creme company had been making those baits for years. I still thought our baits worked better rigged on a small jig head. Tickles me when I see Bass pros winning tournaments today with the "amazing" Craw-worms and a jig......and I tink, "We were doing that in the mid-60's.

My favorite "patients " were Jackie and Jamie.

the Green Machine (after wearing out 2 Big Wheels)