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Sunday was clear-store room-day at R's parents house. We were going through the store to find 'treasures' that might be useful to us. In the midst of that, R dug out his old toys and bade farewell to them. Prior to doing so, he went through each box, assembling the toy guns and what-have-you's as though he was a little boy. He said he does not remember playing with them when he was younger, perhaps he played with them once or twice and there after it went into cold storage.
I was thinking that if there were a museum for old toys, these could have gone there.
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