I just spent the last few minutes checking out some sports stats online of some retired players. It took me a few seconds to find it. Then it hit me. How would I have found this information without the internet? Then it hit me again... there was a world before the internet?!?!
What are your realizations that you're old as dirt?
Chemistry sets that you could use to make small explosions in your kitchen, or mar the enamel in your bathtub.
Lawn darts. Big-ass darts that you could throw in the sky and see how close you could get to impaling your best friend.
BB and pellet guns that you could use to shoot cans, birds and squirrels in your backyard in the middle of the city with no concern for an errant BB shooting across the neighbour's yard.
Super balls. Hard-ass rubber balls that you could slam into the street then watch it bounce crazy high down the street, ricocheting off parked cars along the way.
Cap guns. Toys guns with a pin that would ignite individual dots of gunpowder embedded in a ribbon of red paper. The guns were fun for making noise, but the REAL fun was tightening the roll, resting it on a rock, then hitting it with a hammer. The blast was scary fun.
Cigarettes and tobacco pipes made out of candy! Never too soon to get kids thinking about the day when they can inhale deeply, and then slowly release a stream of smoke from their mouth. That s**t is cool. That's when you KNOW you're a grown up.
G. I. Joes. Not the pansy-ass 6-inch "action figures" of today. These were foot-high, fully articulated goddam SOLDIERS! With real fuzzy hair, and all sorts of weapons for killing enemy combatants.