Toys

I still remember my favorite toys. And I’m 65 years old. It’s a good guess that we just don’t realize what a strong impact simple childhood toys can make on us. In fact, if something as docile as a toy can make that kind of impression it’s no wonder how strong emotional events can have a lasting impact on a young child’s mind.

But this is about toys. Some of the ones I remember most are just too simple. Froggy. Just a plain green rubber frog with huge eyes that squeeked when I squeezed him. He was probably about 8″ tall and was my very good friend for many years. We shared secrets about everything and learned quite a bit about life together. I don’t remember how or exactly when we parted, I must’ve been about 8, and I suspect my mom moved Froggy on to a better place for my own good.

There was the spelling and counting board. Educational toy. Amazing that even at the age of 5, I was kind of suspicious of it. I was well aware that it was an educational toy. Even so, it kept me busy for countless hours. Looking back at educational toys, the educational part somewhat diminishes the toy part.

One great toy I remember was at a doctor’s office and I was lucky enough to have it to myself on several occasions. It was one of those wooden train sets. The little train was made up of 3 or 4 small cars and a little engine. There was a lot of track and a bridge that could be arranged any way imaginable. Pieces hooked together and unhooked easily for my tiny cookie grabbers.

There was the little cork-popping shotgun, and the official ‘49 Studebaker model straight from the Studebaker dealership no less, and the little xylophone with that very cool sound. There were untold marbles and splitting tops and Duncan yo-yos. I had that Studebaker model til I was 18 when it fell victim to a younger cousin’s customization. My toys lasted a long time. I always knew that my parents were very fortunate to have me.

So why or how do I remember those toys so clearly? Was it the toys or something else? Was it the uncluttered days? The absolute oblivion to reality? Dunno. Sure wish they’d put a ‘back’ button on the calendar ….