I am a child of the 50s. I grew up with slinky, pick-up sticks, jacks, hula hoops, Candy Land, Mr. Potato Head, and those little clear plastic rockets that you fill with water and pump with air and almost shoot someone’s eye out. If my mother hadn’t thrown away my baseball cards when I went off to college in 1969, I’d be a rich man today.
Look around the house. Root around in the attic. You might find a virtual gold mine hidden in your old toys. Here’s a link to some toys that are worth something today. If nothing else, it’s a fun walk down Memory Lane.