My childhood was full of fun, laughter, intrigue, mystery, imagination.... but not many toys. We weren't a family full of 'stuff', we were a family full of love (and a Dad who worked bloody hard so that our Mum could stay home and make our childhood magical so money was tight).
I didn't have many toys, if I did, I don't remember them. We didn't get the lastest game console every time it came out, I missed most of the 'trendy toys' that came along each year at school. Did I notice? NO! We had so much fun growing up playing outside, getting as dirty/wet/muddy as possible. We had a pool, and a massive backyard so most of the kids up and down the street spent summer days and long warm nights at our place. We lived next to a National Park so weekends were spent wandering the paths and trying to find the Bunyip.
We had stuff, like Lego and board games for winter. We had bikes and rollerblades (one summer our whole street made up a roller hockey team and we did training and everything... hilarious!) and a trampoline and the pool.
I suppose what I'm saying is I don't remember the toys. I remember the fun I had with my brothers and the other kids in the street and from school. I remember staying up all night playing Monopoly against my Dad (and that one time when I beat him!), having Upside Down day with Mum (the day where you have a Roast for breakfast and Eggs and Bacon for Dinner), and coming inside when the street lights came on.
I had the best childhood. I don't remember the toys though...
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