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[Mejol Peky]

  As I get older, I find myself reflecting more on my childhood. And I had a lot of great memories rekindled when I saw the list of the latest toys nominated for the National Toy Hall of Fame.

🔴 👉 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄

I wasn’t familiar with the hall before I saw the list. It’s fun. And when I looked up the toys that already have been inducted, I felt like I was in elementary school again.

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Looking at the hall of famers was like digging through my bedroom closet in the late 1970s and early 1980s: Matchbox and Hot Wheels cars; Tonka Trucks; G.I. Joe and Star Wars action figures; Legos; Lincoln Logs; Dungeons & Dragons; Atari; Big Wheel; and Rubik’s Cube.

The Star Wars figures and the Millennium Falcon that my brother and I had disappeared long ago. I believe they were given to another family with young children after we got too old for them. They are worth quite a bit today, though if I still had them, I think the memories would too valuable to sell them.

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I never even got close to solving Rubik’s Cube. I gave up, peeled off the colored stickers and rearranged them to make it appear as if I had won. No one was fooled.

There’s still a case of Matchbox and Hot Wheels cars and a big box of Legos at my parents’ house. I presume they were stashed away when my brother and I aged out of them, in anticipation of grandchildren.

My sons got their use out of them, though I think I had more fun than they did. My boys are long past that age now, too, so my toys were stashed away again, maybe in anticipation of the next generation.

But the hall of fame toy I enjoyed reminiscing about the most was the cardboard box.

I was shocked to see it. Some people might not consider a box to be a toy. Give the hall of fame credit for recognizing toys as anything that can be played with, not just things that have to be purchased. The stick, sand and paper airplane also have been inducted.

The crew in my neighborhood had a blast with cardboard boxes, in an unconventional way.

The house I grew up in had a large, steep hill in the backyard. Anytime someone on our street bought a new appliance, my friends and I scavenged the box from the trash. We dragged it to the top of the hill, piled inside and rolled down.

The box lasted for only a few rides before it was shredded. We occasionally emerged with a few dings ourselves from tumbling over each other. But it was great fun. I hadn’t thought about that in a long time.