I don't know, of all of toys I have and want nothing seems so important when I am really old. Perhaps something neat to drive. I grew-up in the country and it was too far to walk or ride my bicycle to. So when I got my first car, and old 1929 Model A Ford, it was freedom to go places and my wheels have been freedom to me all my life.
That would be the hardest to give up. Maybe by that time one of my daughters or grand daughters will have a neat sports car and take me out for rides.
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