Sort of a relate -- one of the founders of Wham-O died recently. Hula hoops, Frisbees, Slip-n-slide, Silly String, etc. Must have been pretty cool knowing you put that many smiles on that many faces and made money while doing it.
OK, back on topic...
marbles
Corgi Toy cars
Capt. Kangaroo, Mr. Greenjeans, & The Banana Man
crystal radio sets and listening to the radio under the bed covers so no one could tell
5 and then 10 cent comic books
being 11 or 12 years old and getting a warm and not-so-fuzzy feeling the first time you saw Dusty Springfield on TV
"Honey West"
a James Bond attaché case
coaster brakes and a really long and steep hill
the smell of mimeographed handouts in school
cameras that used film and flashbulbs
Dave Alvin has a song that's really not on this topic (it's a love gone wrong song) but has a few lyrics that fit --
"I used to play in the orange groves 'til they bulldozed all the trees.
I used to play in the orange groves 'til they bulldozed all the trees.
Still I'd stand amongst those dead stumps and smell the blossoms on the leaves."
You know, I think that you get to be a certain age and go through certain things in life, and find yourself wishing you could be 10 years old again.
Sorry to be a bit maudlin. Must be the Winter Blues.