Remember when you could just feed a robot some money and have a conversation? How quaint!
Oh how I wish my brother's army men had had wicks when I was a kid!
Did you go to day camp? Of course you did! Your parents couldn't afford sleepaway camp, whose could? This stuff was like cigarettes in prison, pure neverending friendship currency!
This squirrel is ready and willing to barf gravy all over your turkey just like the creamer pitcher we had as a kid that looked like a cow barfing milk. Thanks for the memories, squirrel!
Those were the days; when having the right pair of sneakers could hold social cache for a whole school year.