But we also had our toys and many of them centered around the “thrilling days of yesteryear.” Yep, the wild west was in our blood and no other generation can claim to have owned as many cap guns and other cowpoke trappings as we. How I remember hiding behind the hedge that lined our front yard only to jump out, my cap gun blazing, and bushwhack my favorite eight-year-old neighbor. Mostly, he took my constant ambushing with good humor, but I’ll never forget the time he chased me down and crushed my red felt cowboy hat. That was a dark day in Dodge City let me tell you!

Aside from the O.K. Corral inspired mayhem, we also had plenty of toys that kept our bodies active. In addition to bats and balls, we had hula-hoops and pogo sticks, jump ropes and hopscotch. But there was one form of exercise that was my favorite. However, you needed a tool that was vital to keeping things moving along smoothly.

Can anyone guess what this might be? I’ll give you the answer in my next post.

Until then, Happy Thanksgiving to one and all!