I remember a toy pistol my cousin gave me back in 1955. It was a double barrel cap pistol one barrel above the other. I never forgot how useful such a pistol could be.
I also remember a wooden “Thompson machine gun” a neighbor made for me back in 1950.
Not long after my dad bought me a double barrel crossbow toy pistol that could fire two arrows. That was 57 years ago.
Those were the happy times of my life. In 1956, our lives went to hell in a hand basket.
Is this nostagia hour? I remember 1956 because it was the first time I attempted to swing at a pitched (actually softly thrown by an adult) ball with negative results. But it sure was fun. And it was in the street in front of my house. I swung at tens of thousands of pitched balls after that, but that first one is the one I remember best. Unless it was the homerun I hit in rec ball off a friend who loudly declared he was going to strike me out.