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I was in the gym yesterday and while waiting on my turn to lift I started boucncing up and down on an exercise ball. one of the guys atred laughing and said "Is that your grown up "Hippity Hop" I said yep but it needs a handle. The rest of the owrkout was pretaining to toys we had as kids, brought back memories.
Big Wheel
Hippity Hop with handle
A dog I pulled around with a spring from his head to tail like a slinky dog
the bouncy horse with 4 springs in it, you could rock back and forth
Some clown that I could punch him and he plopped right back up again (im scared of clowns now)
lionel train set (damn wish I had that back)
ooooh a SWAT gun plastic, black man I was thought I was something, I would hold it while watching SWAT
Hot wheels (of course) and those damn orange tracks
legos, all types and kits, loved them
lincoln logs
paint your own black velevt poster with marker kits, OH YES! I had them
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Not so much a toy but at the end of the street where I grew up was a forestry plantation. Boy did we have fun climbing trees, playing hide and seek and catching tadpoles!!
Favorite toy back then was my 3 wheeled trike, what a hoon I was pulling wheelies around the corners!!
Oh and my hot wheels garage.
Yes I was a tomboy!!
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My brothers had the Man from Uncle set, I was never allowed to touch it. Same with the Erector set my oldest brother had. My youngest brother still has all his Matchbox cars in the little boxes...wasn't allowed to touch those either. Mom never let me have a Barbie either because of the boobs. But I did have an EZ Bake oven and a ton of regular baby dolls that grew bald in time from me bathing them so much. Lots of Little Golden Books. And Play-Doh...but only on the kitchen table. And we had to color every page in our coloring books before we could get a new one. God, I hated being a kid. Love...Jill
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oh damn, i don't bald babydolls either, they rank right up there with clowns.
uh what are klackos?
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Those stupid plastic balls attached to strings. All the goofs had them. They were so gay.
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We called them Klick-Klacks. http://www.timewarptoys.com/klackers.htm My brother had them and I wasn't allowed to touch them. I believe they were put off the market because they broke and kids got blinded by the glass shards. Fun times! Love....Jill
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This was the funnest.... best game of all.... too bad they took them off the market! All because a few kids had their melons punctured?! Doesn't seem like a good reason to me!
We had a great time with these.... we also enjoyed having BB gun fights, and dodging arrows that we'd shoot straight up in the air...LOL
quote:Originally posted by Jillbeans: We called them Klick-Klacks. http://www.timewarptoys.com/klackers.htm My brother had them and I wasn't allowed to touch them. I believe they were put off the market because they broke and kids got blinded by the glass shards. Fun times! Love....Jill
I loved those things..... Man it makes me want to buy a set off that site.
Check out some of the text printed on there site. The kinda looked like glass but they weren't. They were made with acrylic balls, (very dense type of plastic material) on a string with a ring or small handle in the middle. Some had no ring or paddle.. but just as easy to use. The point was to get the two balls going and have them "klick" against each other. You would build up momentum until they were hitting on the top and bottom in an arc. Very hard to do at first. I still have never done it! Then you would just keep going until you drove people around you crazy with the noise.
Since the balls were so hard.. and heavy, there were many injuries reported. They could break apart after heavy use.. Also kids used them as weapons and wound up hurting other kids. Eventually, they were taken off the market. Smaller versions came out and they were discontinued also. In the 80s, when my kids were small, novelty companies came out with this chintzy version: Plastic (light weight) balls with plastic rods connected to them to hold them in place. You could klack them, but it took no skill & was boring after a few minutes.. but alot safer
They pulled them because kids were using them as weapons.... LOL I like the Jarts for weapons myself....
Great link Jill...
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quote:Originally posted by Todd Gill: This was the funnest.... best game of all.... too bad they took them off the market! All because a few kids had their melons punctured?! Doesn't seem like a good reason to me!
We had a great time with these.... we also enjoyed having BB gun fights, and dodging arrows that we'd shoot straight up in the air...LOL
Explains a lot, doesn't it?
Nothing like adding a little chlorine to the gene pool, LOL! Adolescent and teen boys are probably about the dumbest creatures on the planet; it's amazing that so many survive to adulthood. We too had BB gun wars, rock fights (much better than pine cones), fired arrows up in the air - out of sight - then had to spot it before it drilled you through. There is something in young boys that "we need to be dangerous"; if there is no risk of life and limb, no competitiveness, no bloodshed or at least the distinct potential of it, it's not fun. Klackers? Come on; what's gonna happen? A string's gonna break and almost hit you? That is totally gay. Lets go down to the railroad track, hop the train as it slows down for the curve and see who rides it the furthest!
Here is a quote from one of my favorite books "Wild at Heart" by John Eldridge: "Remember that little guy I told you about, with the shiny boots and a pair of six-shooters? The best part of the story is that it wasn’t all pretend. I had a place to live out those dreams. My grandfather, my father’s father, was a cowboy. He worked his own cattle ranch in eastern Oregon. And though I was raised in the suburbs, the redemption of my life and the real training grounds for my own masculine journey took place on that ranch, where I spent my boyhood summers. Oh, that every boy should be so lucky. To have your days filled with tractors and pickup trucks, horses and roping steers, fishing in the ponds. I was Huck Finn for three wonderful months every year. How I loved it when my grandfather—“Pop” is what I called him—would look at me, his thumbs tucked in his belt, smile, and say, “Saddle up.”
One afternoon Pop took me into town, to my favorite store. It was a combination feed and tack/hardware/ranch supply shop. It smelled of hay and linseed oil, of leather and gunpowder and kerosene—all the things that thrill a boy’s heart. That summer Pop was having a problem with an overrun pigeon population on the ranch. He hated the dirty birds, feared they were carrying diseases to the cattle. “Flying rats” is what he called them. Pop walked straight over to the firearms counter, picked out a BB rifle and a quart-sized milk carton with about a million BBs in it, and handed them to me. The old shopkeeper looked a bit surprised as he stared down at me, squinting over his glasses. “Isn’t he a bit young for that?” Pop put his hand on my shoulder and smiled. “This is my grandson, Hal. He’s riding shotgun for me.”
I may have walked into that feed store a squirrelly little kid, but I walked out as Sheriff Wyatt Earp. I had an identity and a place in the story. I was invited to be dangerous. If a boy is to become a man, if a man is to know he is one, this is not an option. A man has to know where he comes from, and what he’s made of."
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Hey, not just the boys were out to get hurt while playing. Throwing stones and fireworks at one another was always fun and my mother knew that every weekend she was going to have to put more bandaids on my knees and elbows!! Falling out of trees, or being pushed out always scored a few injuries and the local construction firm had lots of nice piles of gravel for us to jump off, (we didn't know what trespassers will be prosecuted meant LOL).
Water fights were the best, we made it harder by turning off the water to our house so you had to get to next doors supply to re-load! All fighting had to take place on home ground. Man I miss those fights!!
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I second that Anne! It wasn't just the boys. I am proud to be a redneck tomboy!
Sledriding down the hill, through the yard, out the driveway, across the road & into the brush to stop you. I never hit a car (most of my cousins can't say that).
Or sledriding through the corn fields that had been cut but not plowed before the snow. Hitting a stalk the wrong way could send you flying.
Playing chicken on bicycles on a gravel driveway.
Snowball battles on 3-wheelers and crashing through snow forts on them. There is a reason those things were banned.
Anne, I'll bet you have a few unexplainable scars from your childhood also!
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