If my happy glow was any warmer, Iād have to call Icarus!
Thank you for reminding me! I didnāt have toys as a child (long story), but the following was SO POPULAR that I stole one from the store so that I could be part of the in crowd:
Clackers! So simple, but all the rage in the mid- to late-1960s.
OH - CLACKERSā¦ not what I thought it was at firstā¦
These made a resurgence in the 70ās. Mom made mine disappear along with my lightsaber. Not cool, mom.
I had those! I mustāve gotten them from my older cousin, because my mom would never have purchased something like that for me. I suspect she had something to do with the disappearance of said clackers shortly after I got 'em.
My favorite toy:
What do these do? Iāve never seen these before?
This should help you understand why parents would make the toy magically disappear as quickly as possible:
Yup, thatās it, thatās what they do.
Oh, look: the āworld record holderā in action:
Imagine listening to a child learning how to use these. And then using them.
Oh yeeeeah, these do seem familiar. Wow. That was deep back in my brain.
There is a reason it is now a toy of legend. A myth to be whispered in the shadows.
In a possible related note, child homicides by parents have been going down since the 70s.
Now remember kids, iPhones hadnāt been invented yet.
I remember they could put a knot on your head the size of an egg. So could Stretch Armstrong if you swung him hard enough.
This was my all-time favorite, and I took it everywhere I went for at least a couple of years until I broke the zip cord. I later got the Smash-Up Derby station wagon. I thought that was a lot of fun.
Mine was burnt orange, and there seems to be some confusion as to the maker, but I think the racers were called SSP.
We used to have this game called Battle Ball that was part of a late 80s/early 90s push to come up with new slightly-off āsportā or sports implement (see also: the foxtail, a million different shaped frisbees and nerf footballs, etcā¦) It only worked with the very specific slightly-underinflated / dead bounce soft-rubbber orange ball. It also kind of hurt your hands after a while as the paddles were placed awkwardly, but somehow it made for hours of vollying fun:
Still unable to ālikeā! So here you go:
Oh yes those were awesomeā¦ Had a long one a bit like that with a shark on it and a set up to shoot sparks from the wheel. My brother and I had lots of fun with the smash up derby set.
Those who loved their Romper Stompersā¦
ā¦and those who probably spent their time eating boogers.
I had a set of those, too, but they hurt my feet too much. The bouncing ball was better. Oooh, another favorite from the wee little one days:
Man, I never realized how high that guy was. Guess it explains all the eatinā.