Wow! That question hit in the gut and sent me spinning. I never thought of toys. I never wanted toys. Because, I thought that if I wanted it, "god" would punish me. Damn! It was that hard engrained!
I think I was always a puzzle fantic though. I took apart things just to see how they worked. Those were sort of my way of playing. I would spend hours just figuring out how to take apart, and put back together, things. Everything I could hide anyway. I hid a flashlight in the closet just so I could sit in there and do that.
My books were encyclopedias. I was that sort of kid.
So, if I ever wanted a toy, it would have to have been puzzle type things. Something to challenge me.
Younger then 7 or 8 I'm not really sure. There are pictures of me playing with things but I think they were just for pictures.
Whew. This one is hitting pretty f*cking hard. And deep.
I never smiled until like year 2 of therapy. My therapist challenged me with stupid jokes. A "I bet you'll smile" comp. Jokes that are so stupid that you can't not laugh at the stupidity of it. I lost that one.