Toys? We didn't have no stinkin' toys. We had jobs.
Seriously, I was one of three brothers, and don't recall any toys that were specifically mine. I had a hunting knife, does that count? I threw it through my foot playing mumbletypeg.
Oh, I remember one. A parachute. A big, orange one. I saw it coming down from the sky one day. It landed on the roof of a neighbor's house. Told my father, and he called Town Hall. They sent the fire department to retrieve the black box from the weather balloon. Before satellites, they used balloons to gather data to help forecast weather. So I asked the fireman if I could have the parachute. He gave it to me. We used to take it and a 5 gallon paint bucket full of trap rock to the top of the scaffolding on a billboard and toss it off. That's what passed for fun when I was like 10.
Then the weird little kid from the corner, whose over protective mother had finally allowed him to play with the other kids in the neighborhood decided to dump the rocks,put his feet in the bucket and hop off the scaffolding. We all told him he was going to get killed. But he just broke a whole bunch of bones. The cops took the parachute away.
