I don't remember my toys much, but I'm sure I had many less than my son has!
What I remember is the time I was sitting on the floor in my dark bedroom closet pretending I was an astronaut, all alone in outer space, with no response on the radio from Houston. That thread of imagining started to creep me out a little bit, so--being a brave astronaut--I decided I'd sing to myself to bolster my morale.
So there I was, a strange little 5-year-old girl sitting alone in the dark, on the floor of my bedroom closet belting out "Waltzing Matilda" ... when my sister opened the closet door.