Of course. Mostly with my brothers and with neighborhood friends.
My choice of poison were The Transformers. That toy, cartoon and comic series changed who I am today, without a doubt. When I was four years old, I would make the unmistakable transforming sound and curl up into a ball or something. Someone at my mother’s work asked if I was autistic once, when I did that.
TMNT, Ghostbusters and the occasional He-Man or G.I. Joe were always in order, too, but I covetted my robots, Madballs, My Pet Monster and my Legos.
2- I would use trees as a favored habitat to play with them. It also helped immensely that my friends were just as down as I was to play and that the characters were always depicted as being able to fly. Genious on Marvel’s part to write that in, for kids playing.
3- I still play with toys. I’ve been actively collecting Transformers since 1997, back when eBay sucked and collectable stores still rocked. Michael Bay and GM can kiss my ass. I fell asleep durring both movies. The end battle scenes were a visual disaster. I still haven’t seen the end of the 2nd new movie.
On an interesting note, I was seconds away from owning a genuine animation cell from the movie, of none other than Unicron. I don’t even want to get into that mess. I still have a hard time watching the movie (1986), but it’s getting better.
Anyone remember wacky wall walkers? Cereal box sticky octopus toys that walked down walls…
I still have a few Show-Biz Pizza tolkens and one of the spaceships from the rides resides in a friends back yard under a tarp. It was found late at night durring my high school years, when we were playing automotive hide and seek, in the back of some industrial buildings by a dumpster, with a free sign on it. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing at first. We used to ride in it at the local Show-Biz. My cousin’s gum was still under the edge of the fin.