Toys

By the time I began to remember the past, the plane had already disappeared from home. But I remember perfectly plastic machine gun Maxim. In the life-size - he was hit court. Scutellum not that we have removed, not the lost, the wheels fell off, but the barrel with a handle not lost his charismatic and play voynushku this gadget is considered credit. Time then was simple, and even the simplest wooden automata were not at all. And my brother and I had a whole arsenal of. Plastic with silver accents and a green Kalash maxims. We ran them through the yard and shouted ' tra -ta-ta, you're dead! '.

We also have a double caps were a few guns from some fragile metal. Caps had already been a rarity: a boy bought dozens of them ( there were ten in a pack of paper strips) to make a shock bombs which were thrown under the feet of classmates. And we are good probes of the bark of the gun is gradually getting out of the drum caps twisted tape. Pistols were so valid, we do not even play them in the yard, and the smell of burnt sulfur fumigated apartment.

The restructuring brought about changes, clearing the shelves including children's stores. So the main football games began, the cards in the yard, play archery and construction staff. Relatively inexpensive, but quite fun. We also played knives. There were two games: throwing knife on the bench so that it stuck. And zemelku. zemelku delivered. Even the girls are playing. A huge range of cut in equal shares by the number of participants. Then, each throwing a knife from the height of its growth so that it stuck, and the direction of the blades cut the opponent of the allotment. The whole point was that I had to throw from his site, and at the end of the game had some belolagam roll of standing on toes.

I do not remember how, but at some point we have proved to be a dandy console. A simple, eight bit. And just a few games: cobra, which fights. But it was mainly an arcade rpg: the screen and moving your hero, forced to avoid obstacles and destroy your enemies. For every three levels - the evil boss. I am by nature an awkward and slow reaction more than he loved to watch his brother play. He really showed a high class. Given that it was impossible to survive, he could spend 4-6 hours without a break with a joystick.

Still, we had a lot of wooden blocks and bricks like Lego - but then of Lego, of course, no one knew. These kits have remained ever since the age when the only reaction was to pull the block from his father's construction. Then we built ourselves, cubes continually lost, and even broke. Part has been painted with some sort of necessary at the time marks. But its charms are not lost - in the end it was just a building material.

Still, we had a half dozen machines. Not to say that they were good: as the Russian car industry, they went out of alignment, and bad enough. Especially interesting was to organize races. We built out of chairs, tables and a few sheets of plywood tremendous track. Then let go and the machine measured the length of travel. Did ratings championship. It was incredibly fun.

But I have little interest in dolls. Some interest came when I was already 12-13 years. Then I started to model human behavior in games and dolls with human traits became at some point of interest in this plan, and then, and how easy it is collectible.

I guess the game broke off at the time of the move to Kaliningrad. As soon as I left the parental home - I do not remember anything in the play. Collect - collect. In video games - yes, was playing. But the usual toys - this is no longer attracted. Whether grown up, or blown.

Here I must say that nostalgia is that it's tempting to touch the toys in the children's store. no. Do not pull. But looking at the toy store comes two thoughts. First - it was not so bad in my childhood. And the second - is now so generally all fucking. Buy toys for their children. Some day they will remember what was played.

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