I don't remember much about growing up, which is really just as well. But I know I was less about the toys and more about the books... I think because toys were limited by my imagination which was limited by a tiny world of experience, while books added someone else's imagination, so my imaginings could grow and find other possibilities. I didn't have to imagine walls just like these. I could imagine forests and strange magic and women riding horses with bows and endless arrows.
I'm still kind of there. The books thing. Trying to remember the ones I enjoyed the most over the last couple of years, all for different reasons...
Kameron Hurley - The Mirror Empire
N K Jemisin - The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms
Max Gladstone - Three Parts Dead
Malinda Lo - Huntress
Elizabeth Bear - Range of Ghosts
Brandon Sanderson - Mistborn Trilogy
Kristin Cashore - Bitterblue
There are several dozen books at the top of my to-read list, and I can't decide what's next. Maybe another Max Gladstone, or Sherwood Smith.