Man, was I the king of the neighborhood when I was packing my father's set of Fanners. Cartridge belt and all. With those on my side, and an external hammer side-by-side (From Disneyland no less, before they got all green and orange), no rustlers dared show their hides. The shotgun eventually succumbed to a barn stairs incident, but the Fanners are still around. Come to think of it, they're probably why I've always got an eye open for a single action...

Despite the above, I might have to go with Legos. A giant drawer of them, and I could build anything.

I also had a stick. It was my stick. And it was actually a length of leftover closet pole from a nearby construction site. If I recall, it was 28" long. It was a rifle, a bat, a submachine gun, a rocket launcher, controls to a fighter jet... I wish I had a stick like that one today.

MV