I just had a horrible thought brought on by posting in this thread earlier.
When I was really little, I remember having a red stuffed monkey I named Boo-Boo that I had with me constantly. I was so young that I don't ever remember NOT having Boo-Boo, so I must have been about 4 or 5 when this happened. My mom and Dad were about to take us on some kind of family outing, which we hardly ever got to do. My parents didn't let us take our toys when we went somewhere, so when it was time to leave I guess I forgot about Boo-Boo and left him sitting on our porch steps.
Well, we were gone all day, and by the time we got home It had begun pouring down rain by the buckets full. When we were nearly home, I remembered Boo-Boo and started to worry. So when we got home, I rushed over to the steps...but...Boo-Boo was so old that that torrential rain had DISSOLVED him into just a pile of red fur shreds and stuffing...and his little plastic face was just lying there..
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I was a wreck for days. Of course my Mom and Dad got me a new stuffed buddy, and of course I hated it, although I didn't tell them that.


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Boo-Boo was so old that that torrential rain had DISSOLVED him into just a pile of red fur shreds and stuffing...and his little plastic face was just lying there..


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I used to flat-out fret about whether I'd left toys outside when I was a child. I'd lay in bed, listening to the rain or (much more likely, given that we lived in northern Wyoming at the time) the wind, and I'd just run a mental inventory of all my toys to make sure they were all inside. I think my brother's Land Speeder blew away in one storm. That didn't start the worrying for me; it just validated it. 
I grew up poor in AZ, and my mother actually sold blood so I could get that toy, and then when we moved to NY her foster brother oh so kindly said we could sleep in the garage becasue he didn't want us to dirty the house (we were the Joads inreverse) and his daughter stole it! She had made a big stink about how it was the only one she didn't have and then lo and behold, she had it and I didn't.
I also had "Little Kiddles" that I really liked. The boy across the street had G.I. Joes and I liked playing with those. I remember us filling his mom's laundry tub almost to overflowing and dropping his Apollo return module into the "Pacific". This was the late 60s.
When I was about 11, a neighbor girl and I played a single game of Monopoly one whole summer. We combined the money, houses, and hotels from two sets, and there were no limits to how many you could build.