Diary describing traditional toys

There are countless childhood toys, and there is a box in the warehouse. But it is often "premature death" because my destructive power is too strong. In less than a few minutes, one wheel may be missing and the other arm may be broken. However, these toys are fond memories of my childhood.

When I was in kindergarten, my favorite was a "manual plane" that could be divided into three facets. But I often gesticulate in the house. Pointing, pointing, I hit the plane against the wall, and the main core of the plane fit-the nose of the chief fighter was scrapped, so I had to put it aside first. But when my brother comes, I always let him stick it on with transparent glue, but soon I will definitely put it down again, otherwise the fuselage or tail will be beaten beyond recognition. After it was completely scrapped, I threw it away.

There is also a mosaic toy brought by my father from other places, which can be spliced at will, and a door with a switch on the door that can be opened. I will put it together later to become a city (super mini), sometimes it may be a miniature combat platform or a villa, but I inserted it like a bungalow because it was small at that time and I didn't like it. I can only imagine how well I did with my childhood imagination.

When I was six or seven years old, I bought a gyro and played it every day. Sometimes compared with children in the community. My gyro is interesting, because as long as other gyroscopes collide with me, there is a switch on my gyro, which will bounce off www.99zuowen.com's two extended hidden weapons when touched. Some gyroscopes that attack very hard may bounce off as long as they hit me with great force. Small strength, give it a blow, you can bounce it far away. But I couldn't find it in the end, which became a beautiful and wonderful memory for me. ...

My childhood toys gave me a memory. Legendary memories ...