Aw crap! I forgot about the age thingy there! Okay, Pre 15 had to been a Playboy magazine!Pre 15 years old??? (for the car).

Gary
Aw crap! I forgot about the age thingy there! Okay, Pre 15 had to been a Playboy magazine!Pre 15 years old??? (for the car).
Pre 15 years old??? (for the car).
By 15 I think I had mostly given up toys for video games...
Probably the best gift a kid could get would come in a long box...and when you unwrapped it, you would see the "Winchester" or "Remmington" logo...
+1Remington 870.
souped up '71 Pinto w/ 2 litre engine,hurst 4 speed,mag wheels & side pipes.
So then...you moved out on your 12th birthday???When I was 11 my parents got me a suitcase for Christmas
For my birthday in January I got the matching piece![]()
Man, what a waste!! There were still plenty of V-8's to be had .WTH?!![]()
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And kids today think they invented hot-rodding 4 bangers....![]()
Man, what a waste!! There were still plenty of V-8's to be had .
At 15? Dungeons and Dragons, Estes rockets, anything that would launch a projectile, illegal fireworks
Hot girlfriend and a new Camaro!First toys that came to mind!
Gary
lolWhen I was 11 my parents got me a suitcase for Christmas
For my birthday in January I got the matching piece![]()
Robert The Robot
The Sears Christmas toy catalog was awesome as a child.
A by-product of other excesses I've heardit's amazing I'm not blind.
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![]()
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![]()
My favorite toy and Christmas memory however was a simple plastic Paris sled (made in Paris, Maine) . . . my brother and I woke up early one Christmas morning and there were sleds under the tree for all of us kids. Luckily enough on Christmas Eve we had freezing rain that had turned the long hill on the road outside our home into an ice rink. Since it was early and Christmas morning no one had ventured out yet . . . including the sanding truck. We ended up riding those sleds for an hour or so as though we were in training for the Olympics Luge Team. The fun finally ended when the sanding truck came through, ruining our "track."
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