A wind-up toy turtle when I was three years old. I remember it well because I was afraid of it for some reason I don’t remember anymore. Every time someone wound it up I’d hide behind the refrigerator.
I was born on my mother’s birthday, so her parents saw fit to send both of my siblings’ birthday presents and mine on that day. It was nice, like a mini Christmas in the summer. I was five when my sister and I got stuffed animals. Hers resembled a tiger and mine was a dog with colored polka dots. However, they both had long necks like giraffes.
My next sister was born on Christmas day that year. We had just come down to unwrap our presents when our parents told us they were going to hospital to have the baby and that our neighbor would watch us. I’m pretty sure I said something similar to “Kthanksbye,” for I’d already spotted the kitchen set (which, apparently, had been too big to wrap) and wanted to get to playing.
I also remember my brother, who was two years older, getting a BB gun. I think it was either the Christmas before or after. He was allowed to shoot it in the basement, unsupervised, with two little sisters running around. None of that “You’ll put your eye out,” business for us! :rolleyes: Nowadays, I slowly shake my head and think, “Wow. Just wow.”
I had a couple of hospital stints due to lung problems when I was somewhere between 2 and 3 years old. I remember sitting in a hospital bed, holding a toy car which, on research, turned out to be a Dinky Toys #38c Lagonda convertible. Why I remember this particular tiny fragment of my past so vividly, I have no idea.
This shape-sorting globe
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Christmas, 1960. I was three. It was a red tricycle shaped like a tractor. I was so excited! I immediately took it out to the driveway and rode it like gangbusters down into the street. The front wheel fell off and I tumbled onto the street. An oncoming car blared it’s horn and screeched to a halt. I got yelled at by both the driver of the car and my parents. That was the last time I saw my tractor. I never totally trusted Santa Claus after that.
When I was three, my uncle brought me the board game “Chutes and Ladders,” and three See’s butterscotch lollipops. My best friend was over at the time, so we immediately started playing the game and enjoying the lollipops. 
When I was maybe 4 or 5 years old I remember getting a matchbox car to play with when I was in hospital recovering from a tonsillectomy.
The next thing I recall was a Yuri Gagarin doll/action figure!
A plastic train set for my fourth birthday. My kids still play with it at my parents house today.
My dad got me a white Alamo Fiesta guitar and a small Gretsch amplifier when I was 13. I didn’t know at the time that my step-dad would turn it into a punishment club by locking it away from me very soon. Of course then the step-dad bought me a 1951 Titano accordion, on account of “the money is always going to be with Lawrence Welk and people who can play a proper polka, schottische, or waltz”!!!
The accordion was built the same year I was born. I still have it. Dad and step-dad not so much.
Oh, well.
When I was a tyke - probably the autumn after the summer I turned 2 - my cousin gave me a goldfish.
My mom wasn’t thrilled, and I know my brother and I were just logical recipients for a couple of prizes from the county fair, but I was stoked.
Goldie and Fishy didn’t live long lives.
I vaguely remember getting a teddy bear when I was perhaps three years old. But the gift that stands out in my memory
was the Lionel train set I got when I was about six. For later Christmases and birthdays I received additional cars, track,
and switches. I spent many happy hours playing with it during my childhood.
A green metal safari truck and trailer (possibly made by Nylint), with several plastic animals that fit in the trailer. (Yeah, I know, not enlightened by modern zoological standards.) Christmas 1967, when I was just a few months shy of 3.
I have a vague memory of sitting on a car that had bright flashing lights, and my mother turning off the room lights so we could see the car lights better. I would have been 3, not sure if it was christmas or birthday.
I much better remember my 5th birthday: I got a set of policeman accessories (cuffs, gun, hat). The memory might be particularly strong though because I had a bad earache that day.
I don’t know how old I was but one Christmas morning - but still in the middle of the night - my big bro woke me up saying “It’s time to open the presents!” They were in a pillowcase at the end of the bed. Excitedly I opened the first one. It was a fishing game! Me and bro’ were calling back and forth about what we’d got. At this point our angry parents came out of their room shouting. It was three in the morning and what were we doing?
Every year after that the presents went under the tree downstairs to be opened before breakfast (Never that waiting until after dinner nonsense for us). I negotiated that we would be allowed one present, a book, to be in the bedroom
Oh and big bro is five years older than me. He knew damn well it was too early 
The earliest specific one I remember was being given Chutes and Ladders when I was 7, I only remember because I saw the toy in the shopping bag and I was really excited when the day came to open it because I knew what I’d be getting.
I remember Christmas when I was 3 but I don’t remember any specific toy, just the tree and wrapping paper all over the place. Probably more of an invented memory because I only remember seeing pictures of it, but I remember seeing pictures of it when I was 8 and I remember remembering it then, even if I don’t actually remember it now.
My fourth birthday - a doll carriage. I remember Dad bringing it in from where it had been stashed in the formal living room (a room none of us kids every went in except maybe on Christmas).
I actually don’t remember playing with it all that much; I assume I must have done so.
I remember two things from when I was way young. The first was a friend of my mother’s who came over and brought me a parakeet! Now as it turned out, she was going on vacation and we were merely going to watch the parakeet for her, so I misinterpreted that really bad. Not a problem until she came to pick up her pet after her vacation. I think I told her I wished her plane had crashed so we could keep the bird. Yes, I was a sociopath from a young age.
But shortly after that my father and I went to some kind of thing–a state fair?–where he won a giant bear by making several baskets with a basketball. He basically said, “I’m gonna win that bear for you,” and then he did it. When the guy handed him each basketball he sort of shook it and shifted it in his hands and explained that they were all weighted differently so they would all throw differently, and the guy was going to give him different balls every time, and it was important to know that before you threw it, otherwise it would miss the basket. And then after testing it he threw it and made a basket every time until he won the bear.
My recollection is that we then had to drag that bear–did I mention it was bigger than I was?–all over the fairgrounds, or whatever, for hours and hours, but it was probably more like 45 minutes. Eventually I got bigger than the bear but it took me years.
Google Images is a wonderful thing. I found a picture of this toy. 
I got my tonsils out when I was 4, at the same time as my brother, who was 6. We were in the same hospital room. I remember not being able to talk for a week afterwards.
Anyway, because we were so miserable, my parents brought us toys from the new movie out at the time, Star Wars. I got the “Death Star Droid”. Didn’t know who he was, but he was the coolest thing to 4-year-old me.
A toy chest and guitar, both hand-made by my grandfather. The guitar was just made of wood and fishing line, but I remember it well- I wish I still had it. No idea how old I was, but I was pretty young (5 or 6).