I still have my first stuffed animal, a Pooh Bear.
I still have my Teddy, I got him when I was 3 or 4. He was a polar bear, now he’s a bald grey bear. I also have a rocking chair and doll crib my dad made for me when I was about the same age. Those are probably the oldest things I have [sub]they’re over 40[/sub].
I have lots of other toys, mostly stuffed animals, from my childhood. Many are in much better shape than Teddy.
A Winnie ther Pooh with a cut up t-shirt for a cape - known to this day as “Super-Pooh”, and a slightly battered X-wing.
Super-Pooh is guarding my youngest son right now and is probably 32 or so. The X-wing is several years younger.
Oh, and a Colt Frontier Scout. I can’t remember ever not having it.
A glow worm and a pound puppy knockoff. I think I may have some she-ras too.
My parents gave away a lot of our childhood stuff (except for art we had made) but our toys and books free when they moved to a different house 3 years ago. I’m sure we made some greasy hipster very happy.
Dogpatch, USA, of course!
(Don’t mind me… I’m surprised I knew that.)
I’m another of the teddy bear people. My bear was bought for me by my Dad on the day I was born. He sits on a shelf, looking quite old and more than a little ragged, but just as friendly as he ever did.
And somewhere I have a couple of Hot Wheels Sizzlers, still in their original packaging. Mom got them for me when I was a kid, and hid them so I wouldn’t find them before Christmas. She hid them so well, she forgot where they were! They turned up when I was about 25.
My Super Pickle. Not the very original, the original died in a shooting accident. (okay, he got a big splotch of red marker all over his chest, and Dad threw him out, telling me he was “shot”). Not even his replacement, who Dad rescued from a thrift store to bring home to me. He ended up rotting in an outdoor shed somewhere, I think. But I do have his third incarnation, bought for me by my husband for my birthday several years ago. He is now sitting proudly among other stuffed toys and trinkets on a shelf in the bedroom. I hope someday, when I have kids, that they don’t shoot him.
Probably the oldest, stil original toy I have from my past is my Mattel *My Child * doll. I always thought she was so pretty, with her silky red hair and funny little button nose. I don’t know what her name on the box was, if she had one, but I named her Sarah when I was five or six, because that name, at the time, was the very prettiest name in the world. Unfortunately named after a popular song on the radio at the time by Starship (or Jefferson Starship, or Jefferson Airplane, or whatever the hell they were at the time). She is sitting on my jewellery box now, missing her original pretty yellow dress and hair ribbon, and still wearing Kid Sister’s shirt, her hair let down - but freshly and lovingly washed. I love that silly old doll to pieces.
An ugly, yellow dog with brown floppy ears that I got when I was about 3 or 4 (this would be 1969 or 1970). I named him Merry Christmas.
I also still have this smiley face doll (that of that ubiquitous smiley face from the 1970’s, and add a body to it) that came with a marker so your friends could autograph it. Most of Smiley’s face is gone but the autographs are still legible.
A Flexible Flyer sled and loads of Hot Wheels.
I’m sorry, when I first glanced at the Title, I thought it said
“What Toys to you still have in your mouth?” :smack:
That would have been a strange topic. Upon further review I was able to ascertain the correct verbiage. I have a Lionel train and about 8 pieces of track that forms a circle that I’ve had since I was a kid. The train still works, barely. It sparks and hums and I can smell ozone, but it works.
Wow you have a “The Tick”. I am jealous. I don’t really collect action figures, though I still buy new ones from time to time.
I have kept all my action figures from my youth. Various G.I. Joe, Transformers, He-man, Superman, Spiderman and a couple of the Voltron lions.
Other toys I have are some Hot Wheels cars and some plastic dinosaurs that my mom kept from when she was a kid. I also have my dad’s dumptruck that he got when he was five.
My mom threw out all my micronauts when I went to college, but I managed to snag the reproductions from a few years back – and some extras to give to my nephews one day.
She did hang onto my little stuffed doggie, though. He’s probably ~35 now, with one leg almost falling off, missing an eye and an ear, and very threadbare – but still has a special place in my heart whenever he comes out. My 4-year old nephew is in awe that his uncle still has his own Doggie, and every time he’s at grandma’s house he has to go look (but not touch) and decide which one of his stuffed critters he’ll still have when he’s as old as his uncle is.
I’m not sure what’s still tucked away in my parent’s basement. But I’m going home on Thursday for an entire month (yippie!) so I’ll have plenty of time to investigate. I hope my Jane and Johnny West dolls and assorted equine companions are still there!
I have a 28 year old stuffed mouse (I think he was a mouse) with almost not fur, mysteriously named Woofie.
I remember always knowing that he was a mouse, and yet the name never seemed particularly incongruous. He’s kind of weird looking, but damned if I’m ever getting rid of him.
I have most of my Legos.
I gave them to my cousin when I was sixteen, thinking I was too old for them. When he turned sixteen, he gave them back to me. They have not left again, though a few have gotten lost, and many have worn out.
Teddy bear, Monopoly set, Flinch card game
Yep, so do I. I got it in the hospital when I was born. It makes a good prop, but no one but me plays with it.
I’ve still got my Super Spirograph, an Etch-A-Sketch, an Erector set, Monopoly, the Mad board game, and Major Matt Mason(a space-age version of G.I. Joe.)
I have a toy dog whose fur has all come off. If not for a tensor bandage around his neck, colored with a magic marker to vaguely match the fur he no longer has, his head would fall off.
I also have some of my Star Wars toys.
I have a stuffed giraffe that my grandmother made when I was around 5 or 6, and a small pink-and-white stuffed dog I’ve had as long as I can remember. I’m 49 now.
In my parent’s basement, you can find…
a box of giant tinker toys
my first stuffed animal, a yellow and green dog named Snoopy
my old baseball glove
and (although not a toy) the cookbook my first grade class put together (my recipe was for spaghetti sauce)