One strange game I think my parents must had given me as "filler" for Christmas. There was a big card of about 20 (correction) different faces of real people. A bunch of names were assigned to the faces at random. The goal was to see how many names you could associate with the faces later. Sometimes I wonder if I dreamed all this. I can't find it now. And sometimes, I wish I had played with it more. It might have helped remembering names and faces later.
I had a game that I think was called "Memory." It was a bunch of cards with different pictures or objects on them. Each object had a matching mate. You put them all face down in rows & columns, turning over two at a time, then turning them face-down again if they did not match. The idea was to try to remember where each object was so you could turn over pairs and then remove them from the table. It was kind of like the old game show "Concentration" (I actually have that game, too.) I found it:
I used to love this Target game. It came with a dart gun and the target, if you shot the egg on the target an egg (ball) would come rolling out of the chute. To make the game more difficult I would keep moving back away from the target until I was just at the edge of the range of the dart gun. Nice memories lots of fun.
I used to have a Bop-A-Bear. It was motorized. You would set it up to run from left-to-right in front of you and you shot at the black part at the bottom between its legs with a double-barrel dart shotgun. With a good hit the bear made a noise, did an about-face, then motored in the opposite direction.
So did I. And so did my older brother. I may have been re-gifted his used Erector Set for Christmas. The Erector Sets came with a motorized winch. When my older brother had a loose tooth, my older sister tied a string to it and wound the other end around the winch and turned it on. The problem was that the winch was excruciatingly slow, and my brother would just move his head towards it as it wound up the string. My older sister got impatient with it all and smacked him on the forehead. *PING* Out came the tooth.
I had an elementary school teacher who yanked teeth. She pulled one of mine and my mother went ballistic (at the time, my mother was president of the PTA.) Looking back on it, I feel sorry for those teachers. Can you imaging spending your entire career looking at the twisting, hanging, wiggling, just-won't-fall-out teeth of a bunch of little kids? It's the stuff of nightmares.
And back to toys! I had a double-holster gun belt and cap pistols, and an endless supply of cap rolls.
I had a Bat Masterson derringer-in-the-belt-buckle. You distended your stomach and it swung out for you to grab. This is the mechanism in the back: