Toys you wanted as a kid...

[AKAK]

MB Star Bird:
Shogun Warriors:

I had the star bird, in fact I may have broken one and got another one...

As to the Shogun Warriors, one of my earliest memories of Christmas was hoping Santa would bring me one of those and hurrying to bed so morning would come.

Santa Delivered with this fella here:

But, my favorite was this guy, probably got him for the next Christmas:

The only thing I can remember not getting that I wanted were the Millenium Falcon and the AT-AT from Star Wars, and I didn't have a lot of star wars toys, but those were the 2 really cool ones I remember not having... I got a lot of the closeout specials, like the terribly done Star Destroyer with Lord Vaders Chamber... lame.

 

[Taosman]

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ppOXpyhM2wA"]A Christmas Story - YouTube[/ame]
And I nearly did! :tongue2:

 

[sears3820]

Goddamn

I should've clarified this in my first post, but the picture of those figures is not mine.

I pulled that pic off a Google search just to show everyone what I was talking about. I only had probably 10-15 of those figures.

 

[Deety]

 

[ulukinatme]

Ha, I wanted this one too, but ended up getting it later in my 20s. It's really not worth shit though, you can forgive yourself.

This was something I wanted as a kid, but wasn't allowed to have because it was too damn annoying apparently:

 

[scooter1369]

Hornetroid

http://www.micro-outpost.com/pictures/aliens/aliens.html

The story of the 90 seconds I owned this toy:

When I was six, I begged my mom and dad for this toy for months. My friend across the street and I had hundreds of dollars rapped up in Micronauts. But this is the one I wanted. Two days before my birthday, my brother and I were at a friend's house. A storm was coming and my brother and our friend were climbing the antennae on the outside of the house to get on the roof. This is Florida. Lightning capitol of the world. As Ken(my brother) and "what ever the fuck his name was" got to the top, they told me to come up too. Me being the chicken shit I was at the time refused. As the three of us are arguing, my parents come around the corner looking for us. Our Dad is furious. He drives us home and sends us to our rooms. I hear him go into Ken's room and whip the shit out of him for being on the roof at all, much less with a storm coming. I'm thinking to myself, "I wasn't on the roof and had no intention of getting on the roof, so I'm good, right?" WRONG. Our dad then bursts into my room doesn't even speak, just throws me to the ground and starts whipping my ass with his belt. I was trying to explain I didn't do anything wrong, but all that did was get me punched in the back of the head for back talking.

Two days later, for my birthday, my dad hands me this toy. The Holy Grail of Micronaut vehicles. For about a minute I was ecstatic. And then something inside me snapped. I walked into my room, closed the door and stomped on the toy with everything I had. I then picked it up and started snapping every piece of plastic I could. The wings, the landing gear, the cockpit, the mandibles, everything. My dad came flying into the room to see me standing there in the wreckage, pieces everywhere, my finger bleeding profusely from a cut on the hard plastic. As he stood there in disbelief, I took the main piece and heaved it at the window. I missed and hit the wall, it shattered into about five separate pieces.

Needless to say, the beating that night made the previous beating look like a night lying on fluffy pillows being fed grapes. I honestly don't remember when that beating ended, not sure I was conscious. But when I woke up, despite the pain, I was the happiest kid on the planet. I had showed him he couldn't buy me after a brutal beating when I was innocent.

And that is the story of The Hornetroid

 

[Muck]

I had the star bird, in fact I may have broken one and got another one...

As to the Shogun Warriors, one of my earliest memories of Christmas was hoping Santa would bring me one of those and hurrying to bed so morning would come.

Santa Delivered with this fella here:



But, my favorite was this guy, probably got him for the next Christmas:

I hate you.

The story of the 90 seconds I owned this toy:

When I was six, I begged my mom and dad for this toy for months. My friend across the street and I had hundreds of dollars rapped up in Micronauts. But this is the one I wanted. Two days before my birthday, my brother and I were at a friend's house. A storm was coming and my brother and our friend were climbing the antennae on the outside of the house to get on the roof. This is Florida. Lightning capitol of the world. As Ken(my brother) and "what ever the fuck his name was" got to the top, they told me to come up too. Me being the chicken shit I was at the time refused. As the three of us are arguing, my parents come around the corner looking for us. Our Dad is furious. He drives us home and sends us to our rooms. I hear him go into Ken's room and whip the shit out of him for being on the roof at all, much less with a storm coming. I'm thinking to myself, "I wasn't on the roof and had no intention of getting on the roof, so I'm good, right?" WRONG. Our dad then bursts into my room doesn't even speak, just throws me to the ground and starts whipping my ass with his belt. I was trying to explain I didn't do anything wrong, but all that did was get me punched in the back of the head for back talking.

Two days later, for my birthday, my dad hands me this toy. The Holy Grail of Micronaut vehicles. For about a minute I was ecstatic. And then something inside me snapped. I walked into my room, closed the door and stomped on the toy with everything I had. I then picked it up and started snapping every piece of plastic I could. The wings, the landing gear, the cockpit, the mandibles, everything. My dad came flying into the room to see me standing there in the wreckage, pieces everywhere, my finger bleeding profusely from a cut on the hard plastic. As he stood there in disbelief, I took the main piece and heaved it at the window. I missed and hit the wall, it shattered into about five separate pieces.

Needless to say, the beating that night made the previous beating look like a night lying on fluffy pillows being fed grapes. I honestly don't remember when that beating ended, not sure I was conscious. But when I woke up, despite the pain, I was the happiest kid on the planet. I had showed him he couldn't buy me after a brutal beating when I was innocent.

And that is the story of The Hornetroid

Best. Story. Ever.

Oh and Micronauts were AWESOME. I even bought the comic books.

 

[Fungo Squiggly]

Hornetroid

http://www.micro-outpost.com/pictures/aliens/aliens.html

The story of the 90 seconds I owned this toy:

When I was six, I begged my mom and dad for this toy for months. My friend across the street and I had hundreds of dollars rapped up in Micronauts. But this is the one I wanted. Two days before my birthday, my brother and I were at a friend's house. A storm was coming and my brother and our friend were climbing the antennae on the outside of the house to get on the roof. This is Florida. Lightning capitol of the world. As Ken(my brother) and "what ever the fuck his name was" got to the top, they told me to come up too. Me being the chicken shit I was at the time refused. As the three of us are arguing, my parents come around the corner looking for us. Our Dad is furious. He drives us home and sends us to our rooms. I hear him go into Ken's room and whip the shit out of him for being on the roof at all, much less with a storm coming. I'm thinking to myself, "I wasn't on the roof and had no intention of getting on the roof, so I'm good, right?" WRONG. Our dad then bursts into my room doesn't even speak, just throws me to the ground and starts whipping my ass with his belt. I was trying to explain I didn't do anything wrong, but all that did was get me punched in the back of the head for back talking.

Two days later, for my birthday, my dad hands me this toy. The Holy Grail of Micronaut vehicles. For about a minute I was ecstatic. And then something inside me snapped. I walked into my room, closed the door and stomped on the toy with everything I had. I then picked it up and started snapping every piece of plastic I could. The wings, the landing gear, the cockpit, the mandibles, everything. My dad came flying into the room to see me standing there in the wreckage, pieces everywhere, my finger bleeding profusely from a cut on the hard plastic. As he stood there in disbelief, I took the main piece and heaved it at the window. I missed and hit the wall, it shattered into about five separate pieces.

Needless to say, the beating that night made the previous beating look like a night lying on fluffy pillows being fed grapes. I honestly don't remember when that beating ended, not sure I was conscious. But when I woke up, despite the pain, I was the happiest kid on the planet. I had showed him he couldn't buy me after a brutal beating when I was innocent.

And that is the story of The Hornetroid

The pussification of America continues.

 

[Steve19]

 

[AKAK]

I hate you.

I still have them too, I think there are 3 left anyway. I'd love to say that they are in some kind of mint condition, but, they are beat to hell. Those got played with a lot. My firend up the street had the Godzilla and the other monster one (I think it was Rodin, maybe). Epic, Epic, Epic battles.

 

[BayBuck]

The only thing I can remember not getting that I wanted were the Millenium Falcon and the AT-AT from Star Wars, and I didn't have a lot of star wars toys, but those were the 2 really cool ones I remember not having... I got a lot of the closeout specials, like the terribly done Star Destroyer with Lord Vaders Chamber... lame.

I had the Millennium Falcon, it was one of my only Star Wars toys but obviously the coolest. I never could have kept a toy in NIB/mint condition, it was all I could do to not find them in Santa's hiding place and play with them early (like I did with game systems); years later I would unearth the MF buried in our sandbox like a fossil.

I never even wanted it, it was so huge, but a friend in first-grade had the monstrosity that was the USS Flagg: only $109.99 for the 7-foot GI Joe aircraft carrier seems like a steal in today's money!

But the one "toy" I always wanted and never got :

Piper Cub

One of these years, it will be mine.

 

[NJ-Buckeye]

But when I woke up, despite the pain, I was the happiest kid on the planet. I had showed him he couldn't buy me after a brutal beating when I was innocent.

If that's the only ass whoopin you got for being innocent, you weren't raised by bad-ass Italians...

I had numerous "I'm innocent" ass whoopins... but dang, if I'd have gotten hammered for all the ones I got away with... woooooooooooo .... I considered it more than a fair trade off.. I was still way ahead

 

[scooter1369]

If that's the only ass whoopin you go for being innocent, you weren't raised by bad-ass Italians...

I had numerous "I'm innocent" ass whoopins... but dang, if I'd have gotten hammered for all the ones I got away with... woooooooooooo .... I considered it more than a fair trade off.. I was still way ahead

No I wasn't raised by "bad-ass Italians". I was raised by a lunatic German that beat us two older boys all the time and let my little brother and sister get away with murder. I didn't have to be "innocent" to get a beating. I only needed to be standing in the living room when he came home pissed off from work.

This act of defiance cost me dearly for a long time. He refused to let my mother buy me a present for almost two years because "He'll just break it anyway"

I didn't "get away" with anything until after he left when I was ten. The next time I physically laid eyes on him, I was 21 and on leave from Iceland.

 

[AKAK]

I had the Millennium Falcon, it was one of my only Star Wars toys but obviously the coolest. I never could have kept a toy in NIB/mint condition, it was all I could do to not find them in Santa's hiding place and play with them early (like I did with game systems); years later I would unearth the MF buried in our sandbox like a fossil.

I always wonder about people that actually had that stuff as kids and its in great shape, or in the box, I mean, while they may be happy now, were they happy then. Its a fucking toy, I know I got my parents money's worth out of the ones I got.

Strange too, I mean, I wasn't the best at taking care of stuff, I'll admit (mostly from getting stepped on in a messy room) but, its interesting how kids think about it. I had another friend, who's family was really well off so, I mean, he could get a replacement if needed, and I remember him getting a second X-Wing fighter for Christmas... (I think it was a Grandmother bonk, like she didn't know he already had it, not his parents trying to make sure he could accurately replicate the battle of Yavin) So, his old one was a little worse for wear, and we're playing with them, and he hands me the new one, and I'm like, "Don't YOU want to play with the new one?" And he's like, "Nah, the old one is a little fragile, I want to take care of it" Now, that makes no sense at all really, because I could have gone all Scooter on the new one, but, we were gonna play with them.

 

[cincibuck]

Lionel's Santa Fe Superchief
Schwinn black phantom bike
Decent football and basketball
I was never without the basics of food, clothes, my own room, but my parents were from the school that a ball was a ball. My football was shaped more like a rugby ball and bounced like a superball. My basketball was just as bad. When I was finally old enough to get a paper route a Voit football was my first purchase.

I'm not working on my phone now so I can find some pics to accompany my post.