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Posted By Gark,
Nov 29, 2012 at 10:27 PM
Aw crap! I forgot about the age thingy there! Okay, Pre 15 had to been a Playboy magazine!
Oldest brother bought his first car at 14 ('55 Pontiac if I remember for $70) but couldnt drive it without supervision until he was 16.When he was 18 & in Air National Guard bought his first new car - souped up '71 Pinto w/ 2 litre engine,hurst 4 speed,mag wheels & side pipes.
When I was 15 video games were the size of a refrigerator... remember "Pong"?
One of my favorites was the "Phantom Raider".
I got my daughter a shotgun for her 12th birthday... she had great fun telling her urban school classmates about it...
I'm surprised nobody mentioned Erector sets... no matter which size you got (like many, my parents bought me the small starter set) the instructions were the same: a couple of pages of what you could do with the starter set, then dozens more pages showing what you could have built if your parents had sprung for the big one.
Then there was "Major Matt Mason" astronaut toys of the late 1960s...
Not in any specific order; Tonka, Matchbox, Ertle, matches and gasoline.
Still have mine...bagged one this season with it.
And a job farming and landscaping.
When I was 11 my parents got me a suitcase for Christmas
For my birthday in January I got the matching piece
I still have my Corgi Batmobile...
And kids today think they invented hot-rodding 4 bangers....
So then...you moved out on your 12th birthday???
Man, what a waste!! There were still plenty of V-8's to be had .
Actually he did no mods to the car,it was like that on dealer's showroom floor when he bought it.
I could not help but laugh histerically at your response. How did your response make me think "I can understand the word illegal being in this guys toy description!" We did a few "illegal" things when we were young as well. Good one. Understandable from a guy who's computer name is goodbye pants. Is your name because of the group or no?
Gasifier- yes, the band name inspired me. I liked the name, but really don't know their music. (Sort of a funk jam band deal.)
Elector sets, Hot Wheels, G.I. Joe, before kung fu grip, looking through this thread brings back a lot of memories.
Stretch armstrong... With the toxic goo inside.
Your parents must have been cool
On New Years Day once I asked Dad if I could go ice fishing.He told me to wait until it was warmer.
Brings back memories. Went to NYC on a family trip in '55 as a 7 yr old. Mom and Dad bought me one at a toy store. Played with it on the train all the way to Utica.
The Sears Christmas toy catalog was awesome as a child.
As a kid, the toys I craved were GI Joe, Transformers, and Star Wars. I also remember playing Pac-Man on the Atari until my eyes bled. That screen was brutal, it's amazing I'm not blind. Then, in the mid-to-late 80s was Nintendo. And comic books.
The Christmas tree would end up being a GI Joe battle zone for a solid month. We had a fake Christmas tree because my mother insisted I was allergic to real ones. So, I was really able to take advantage of the sturdiness that a fake tree offered. Snipers everywhere. fighter jet wrecks in the upper branches. Tinsel was used as rope, vines, and handcuffs. The motorized train that went around the tree would end up with cardboard armor and makeshift missile launchers.
We (5) loved that thing. My Mom would say "you can pick anything out of the wish book for $10 or less." I remember thinking "Santa has a price limit?"
A by-product of other excesses I've heard
Zinger! Best one-liner this week
That is why I stopped at the point of needing glasses.
The land behind my parents' house drops off sharp into a low lying valley with a creek running through it. At one point there is a washout that very much resembles a luge or bobsled track with about a 150' run and a 60' elevation difference-one winter we strung all of our hoses together and convinced a friend's dad to turn the outside spigot back on after it had snowed. We ended up with a "track" of solid ice that was a hell of a ride on those old Flexible Flyer sleds with the metal runners! There would be three and sometimes four of us crammed on one sled holding on for dear life, dodging trees, and trying to stop the damn thing before we got to the creek at the bottom. All three of us were home for Thanksgiving recently (with kids in tow) and got together telling old stories which led our wives to wonder "how did they ever live to see this day!?"