Ah childhood, the good ol' days. One year when I was little, believe it was my birthday... I received a yellow toy jeep. :D That day, we took it outside, two/three year old sister jumps in the drivers seat. (All hyped up and confused as ever) I get in the passenger seat, and direct her to start and go forward. She then starts at full throttle, and immediately breaks. Sending me flying through the air landing roughly in front of the jeep. Trying to get up, she then hits go again, blasting off, and running me over. Screaming to stop with the jeep crushing me and the wheels cutting me, I tell her to get off and such, panic panic panic. So, she says "Where's Wyan?" And reverses to find me, in joy she then blasts forward. This happened over and over and over... Yeah, good times. THAT WAS MY FAVOURITE TOY [/completesarcasm]
Honestly, my favourite toy were those tiny Digi-vices. Holy snap, I loved those! I use to shake them all the time, excited whenever something happened. Gee, those really were the good ol' days.