When I was little, I didn't really play with dolls. I played with match box cars with my cousin. This was particularly fun after it rained and we could make treacherous rivers, and bridges for them to cross. It was dangerous and exciting. The cars whose hoods you could lift to see the engine were the coolest. My husband recently received his childhood toys from his mother. It's funny I didn't turn out to be more of a 'car person,' but my options seem so limited compared to when I was about eight years old.