So I came in the door the other day and, in somewhat of a miracle, no one was home.

What was this strange silence enveloping me?

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I sat down and began to play, of course.

Creating tricks and jumps and spins with my nimble thumbs and fingers, the only part of me which I can still claim as mildly athletic.

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I know there含羞草研究社檚 hundreds of Hot Wheels and various other items but I really wanted to find my favourite toys from when I was very little 含羞草研究社� a battery-operated space scene which featured a robot, a space ship and more.

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But I know for a fact that I could be at a very formal function, and if I somehow spotted a Fisher Price castle off in the corner, I含羞草研究社檇 inevitably excuse myself and be defending my tower and imprisoning enemies in no time.

If I had to make a speech and someone produced an old hand-held Mattel Football game, well, no speech would be available. If a couple of my buddies were in attendance and someone found mini sticks, an impromptu Stanley Cup tourney would break out then and there.

I still have the very first toy I ever received, a stuffed tiger named Timmy given to me when I was born.

He含羞草研究社檚 much worse for wear, but I still have him.

I went through my mental Rolodex of favourite toys, in wildly random order. A Nerf ball could be used to invent almost any game. You could throw wicked curveballs for badminton, baseball, or soak it to toss at your sister and her friends.

I thought of cap guns (I can still smell them) and View Masters. Invisible ink quiz books for long trips. Rock 含羞草研究社橢m Sock 含羞草研究社橢m Robots and Etch-A-Sketch.

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I remember the Yo-Yo craze and crappy plastic skateboards.

The Atari 2600 and Intellivision were better than any of today含羞草研究社檚 video games.

Board games by the dozen. Jacks. Slot-car racing sets (I can smell them right now, too).

So much fun. I含羞草研究社檇 actually like to retroactively thank my parents because, wow, did we ever have a lot of toys.

I know I含羞草研究社檓 forgetting all kinds of them (do lawn darts count as toys or weapons?) and will think of a bunch more as soon as I file this column.

What were your favourite toys? I含羞草研究社檇 love to hear tales from your own youth. Do you miss any of them? Wish you kept any? Have you kept any that your children or grandchildren play with to this day?

Drop me a line and let me know.

PQB News/VI Free Daily editor Philip Wolf welcomes your questions, comments and story ideas. He can be reached at 250-905-0029 or via email at philip.wolf@blackpress.ca.