But I enjoyed every minutes of my childhood. I had friends who collected toys instead of playing with it and I don’t envy the life they had or their current life.
We did appreciate the value of things and used them as intended. Life is made to be lived and enjoyed, not looked at thru protective glass and never touched.
Your friends did it the wrong way. They only bought one of each toy and put it away. They should have bought two and played with one.
I started buying firearms when I was ten. Cheap 22s, mostly single shots but the odd repeater. First centerfire came along at 13, it was a gift from a neighbor. Nice old guy and I still have that rifle. It's a No1 MkIII dated 1912. Lots of honest wear, from many years of carrying through the bush, close to where I grew up. In truth, it was well worn before it came into my possession. Never was dependable to shoot a group smaller than 4 inches at a hundred yards. Mind you I didn't realize how near sighted I was and the iron sights didn't appear sharp.
Even later, after getting glasses the accuracy never improved. Not even handloads with proper diameter bullets made a difference. Cutting down the barrel and removal of the harmonic stabilizer in the forestock didn't help things either. Ways were tight. I haven't shot that rifle in close to 40 years, it's not worth much money wise, but it reeks of memories and nostalgia for me.
When I first started working for Mr Lever, he advised me to never just buy one of any type of surplus firearm that I purchased from him. He was always really good to work for, once I got used to his crustiness. He had a great heart and truly loved the business he was in as well as being a living encylopedia of history and historical artifacts. He also had incredible contacts all over the world.
I was the fellow checking out the stuff that came onto the docks. Making sure everything matched up to the waybills and that the customs papers were all in order.
The clean up was tediuos the paperwork was mostly just making sure the number of firearms was correct in a shipment and that they came from the original seller. Mr Lever handled the rest.
Being the clean up boy, one of my duties was to set aside the best specimens for the store above. The rest would go into crates, if available, or get separately boxed and offered to other stores or for shipment to the US.
This put me in a unique position to cherry pick every shipment I took care of. Mr Lever was good enough to let me choose a couple of the best when I set them aside.
The only time he wouldn't let me set aside certain rifles was if they were something really special or valuable. I wasn't allowed to cherry pick a shipment of double rifles, that came in from Nairobi. Of course, I understood why. Every one of them was worth more than I made working all summer.
Still, I had a lot of what are now to be considered valuable collector pieces. At the time not so much and a lot of people turned up their noses at them.
If possible, I always bought two, sometimes a whole crate. FTRed K98s in the wrap, matching numbers, with cleaning kits, bayonets, in crates marked whith black waffenampts with swastikas painted over and new factory/refurb/storage facility logos stenciled over it all. The whole crate $100 out the door. For me, that was two weeks wages at the time and my father had a fit. Sadly, I sporterized every rifle in that crate and sold the bayos separately. I tripled my original cash outlay in less than a week. I thought the supply would never end. It did of course but it took close to 30 years for the majority of it to run out.
I see the same thing happening with 91 and 91/30 Mosins and decent SKSs. Same thing happened to all marks of Lee Enfields, Garands, Carcanos (which you couldn't give away at one time) and the list goes on and on.
Not everything is collectible, just because it's old or uncommon. Research and lots of due diligence has to be done or you can easily be saddled with lots of valueless junk.