OK, fess up. Who holds the record for breaking the holiday gift? Were you the destructive kind of kid? Where all your cool gifts trash by the 26th?
Not me. I took care of my toys. Only had one, so it was easy [laugh]
Stories please....
Wasn't destructive but my younger brother and I did find where a new Sega Genesis game was hidden in my mother's closet and I carefully removed it from it's package. We'd play the game and put it back before she came home. We had it beat a few days before Xmas.
I was raised a Jehovahs Witness.
I had no toys :'(
;D
I was the type of kid who took apart all of his toys. Some of the other kids toys too. I mean, just what the make the beast with two backs was it that made those dolls eyes close when it was laid down? Nothing breaking its head open on the sidewalk couldn't tell me. Oh, counter weights! Cool! And what was the melting point of little green army men. Not sure exactly buy I know that I would burn my fingers with a match before it melted enough to stick to the school wall so I would definitely have to steal another lighter out of mom's purse. And if I took the leg off of a GI Joe guy I would not only know what allowed it to move but I would have a really cool wounded war hero. Win win.
Eventually everyone started to wise up and started buying me legos. You are supposed to take those apart.
I think this is why I insist on buying used Ducatis. I have to take them apart.
sac
/protip: the melting point of a lego is higher than that of an army man.
:-[ :-[
But, now you have enough toys to make up for it, right?? ;D ;D
Quote from: Sắc Dục on December 14, 2010, 06:01:26 PM
I was the type of kid who took apart all of his toys. Some of the other kids toys too. I mean, just what the make the beast with two backs was it that made those dolls eyes close when it was laid down? Nothing breaking its head open on the sidewalk couldn't tell me. Oh, counter weights! Cool! And what was the melting point of little green army men. Not sure exactly buy I know that I would burn my fingers with a match before it melted enough to stick to the school wall so I would definitely have to steal another lighter out of mom's purse. And if I took the leg off of a GI Joe guy I would not only know what allowed it to move but I would have a really cool wounded war hero. Win win.
Eventually everyone started to wise up and started buying me legos. You are supposed to take those apart.
I think this is why I insist on buying used Ducatis. I have to take them apart.
sac
/protip: the melting point of a lego is higher than that of an army man.
But, but, but if you take off one of GI Joe's legs, the other eventually falls off because they were held together by a rubberband. Actually, his whole ass would fall off.
Quote from: erkishhorde on December 14, 2010, 06:21:08 PM
But, but, but if you take off one of GI Joe's legs, the other eventually falls off because they were held together by a rubberband. Actually, his whole ass would fall off.
Tell me about it! Learned that the hard way. The arms at least were held on with mechanical fasteners. Once you cut the leg band they are only good for spreading around the battle field at that point (since they had obviously stepped on a landmine).
sac
We didnt break our toys, just our dad. We would always head to Kensington state park for a pick up game of hockey after we opened our presents. One year we broke our dads leg. He was a good sport about it...sorta.
We kids were usually pretty good with our toys. Of the three of us, I was typically the tinkerer, in much the same vein as Sac. That is, "I must disassemble this to see how it works." I'd say I had a >60% success rate rebuilding things. Our parents, however, usually did more damage. For instance: I got my mom a couple of hand-painted glass Christmas ornament globes from a local craftswoman last year. They were out of the bag less than 10 minutes before she dropped one of them and it shattered.
Other Christmas traditions that involve breaking things:
- mistletoe, if hung, WILL be shot with a champagne cork.
- at least one drinking glass will be broken before lunch, usually by my uncle, which is part of why he's no longer invited.
Most spectacularly, it didn't become a tradition, but one year my mom, while trying to back out of the driveway, failed to account for the sheet of ice that had formed on the concrete. When she turned the wheel, she just kept sliding straight backwards, eventually coming to rest with the trailer hitch on her Suburban nested comfortably in the radiator of my sister's Buick.
I loved getting Revell model kits of cars, planes and ships. I loved putting them together. But the real long term goal was to blow them up with Black Cat firecrackers!! [evil] [thumbsup] [clap] [popcorn]
mostly i broke my brothers toys..
I'm with Sac and Bucket, it must be dismantled and the sooner the better. And where's my brothers toys?
I wonder why my parents didn't buy me many toys?
did not get so much in the way of toys. Got underwear,socks and a new (knitted by my mum) sweater for school every year. Times were different in the UK 40 years ago in a family that did not have money.Difference in time and culture between ROW and America is amazing.
Yep, another vote for dismantling everything on sight.
No wonder I became an engineer...
Quote from: Sắc Dục on December 14, 2010, 06:28:15 PM
Once you cut the leg band they are only good for spreading around the battle field at that point (since they had obviously stepped on a landmine).
sac
don't forget red fingernail polish snaked from mom, it just wouldn't be a battle without gore
Only toys like this survived. And we played soccer with it.
(http://i.ebayimg.com/16/!ByedZQQBGk~$%28KGrHqIOKjwEwrQL-E%281BMR3sd6OHg~~_12.JPG)
And this one last awhile too.
(http://www.toy-tma.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/1964tonka-580x435.jpg)
With me, it works the other way around: gifts tend to break me pretty fast. My very first no-training wheels bicycle was a Christmas present and I crashed it before I even hit the end of our driveway. I blamed the handbrakes and cried and tantrumed until my parents exchanged my shiny new Schwinn Stingray with the three speed shift lever on the top tube & faux leopard skin seat for a used one with a coaster brake. I was an idiot then, and most certainly still am.
Ski and climbing gear I've gotten as gifts is pretty dangerous as well, mostly because I'm so excited to go out and try it that I don't pay much attention to things like weather conditions or my low skill level.
So honey, if you're reading this, a new motorcycle for Christmas is a FANTASTIC idea! [thumbsup]
I got one of those stand in the middle and spin till ya puke airplanes on a string when i was around 10. My dad took me to the closest big parking lot to the house around noon, it made 2 circles before the string broke.
Quote from: erkishhorde on December 14, 2010, 06:21:08 PM
Actually, his whole ass would fall off.
That happened to me once. Damn tequila.
I just remember that as a toddler I managed to crash a Sit 'n Spin about ten minutes after opening it. I should not be allowed to own motorcycles.
(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPPzGbeDG-k/SqoP7Qriq7I/AAAAAAAAAoM/kaYVICDiIBw/s400/Sit%27nSpin.jpg)
sac
36 to 72 hours of stage 1...actual playing with the toy...
then the onset of stage 2 for a new toy....complete disassembly and attempted reassembly with extra parts left over
little did I know that this was the precursor to my self-destructive fetish for restoring old British road bikes
Quote from: Sắc Dục on December 16, 2010, 11:25:12 AM
I just remember that as a toddler I managed to crash a Sit 'n Spin about ten minutes after opening it. I should not be allowed to own motorcycles.
(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPPzGbeDG-k/SqoP7Qriq7I/AAAAAAAAAoM/kaYVICDiIBw/s400/Sit%27nSpin.jpg)
sac
You and my brother.....