Lawn darts, those heavy, pointy missiles of yesteryear, were all the rage.
Creepy Crawlers turned kids into makeshift Frankensteins, bringing to life a swarm of insects crafted from hot liquid plastic.
Old-school roller skates, adjusted with a key, were a trip (literally).
Where you could become a human missile and hope the only thing you hit was the splash pool at the end.
These days, Geiger counters would tick off the charts and so would parental anxiety levels.
In the world of modern safety norms, these fiery toys would be swapped for something a touch less combustible.
Two balls on a string that made a satisfying (and dangerous) clacking noise when whipped together.