Last Christmas, my parents gave me an ultimatum that we all have to face at some point– get your childhood stuff out of our house (or we will). Among the old trophies, class projects, and ancient electronics were the toys that had survived past my childhood. Somehow, the thirteen-year-old me knew that I would someday have boys that would love these toys as much as I did. We pulled out the Matchbox cars and accompanying roads, bridges, and garages, and I enjoyed seeing both my boys give them new life. We pulled out a few games too. Perfection is a hit merely for the eagerly anticipated pop, but it turns out that Hüsker Dü, a game my sister and I played for hours, is just a matching game, and a pretty boring one at that.

My husband asked for two things this Christmas: a pocket knife and Legos. He got both!
– motherhoodmag
I got no ultimatum, my parents just trashed it. I still long for my Albertus Magnus transformer and the dozens of matchbox cars I once had. I think my son would have loved it.. and it would have been great to pass them down! Oh well..