The 10 Most Dangerous Toys of All Time (or, How To Tell If Your Parents Really Love You)

When I was about 10 years old, I remember one absolutely fantastic Christmas. I got at least five toys that I made me a happy little tyke...albeit, a dangerous happy little tyke.

I got the gold and silver knights and their extensive array of jousting weaponry. I got a huge freaking battleship that came with missile batteries that could launch projectiles all the way across the living room! I got the Creepy Crawlers set, where I could make my own nasties by using hot molds. I had a blast, and I didn't lose any fingers, toes, or eyes. We're not counting that time I played chicken with David's knife, are we? I mean, that scar is almost gone now.

So, here's "The 10 Most Dangerous Toys of All Time". How many of these did you own? I had a couple, and even Sarah and Holly had a collection of Sky Dancers (I'm sure we still have them somewhere in the basement bins). I 'm pretty sure I had one of those nifty "crotch rockets" too, but I had more fun with my smaller version of the Johnny Reb cannon...man 'o man was that cool. I still can't believe I never got one of those Atomic Energy Labs though...I mean, what self-respecting boy in the '60s wouldn't have killed to get his own supply of isotope U-238?

P.S. A couple years later I finally talked Mom into letting me have a Winchester BB gun, but only after 3 years of promising that I wouldn't shoot my eye out. When I got one, I promptly aimed it at my friend and almost put his eye out instead.