My parents were enablers
I was spoiled rotten. Tons of toys.
My mother was a pretty good seamstress, so she made me cowboy outfits, indian outfits, military uniforms, pirate clothes, and even made me a set of camouflage BDU's around 1976, long before such items of clothing became available for kids
I had an 8' x 2' x 2' toychest packed to the lid with toy guns, swords, and knives of all descriptions. Even then, my preference was for "realistic" looking toys. I loved my Marx plastic M1 Garand and my wooden bolt action Springfield with the "golden wooden bullet" revealed when the bolt was pulled back.
On a depressing note...all those toys are long gone now...they'd be worth a small fortune today. Plus, you can't get good toy guns anymore. Everything has to have an orange muzzle plug, or be some day-glo color.
Guess that's why I'm stuck with buying the real thing
