Little, Hard, Green, Plastic
Army Guys. My older brother had them, of course. Some days if I didn't want to play alone I was forced to do whatever he was doing. I guess I did find some fun in it,or maybe it was just because my brother was paying attention to me.
I can remember playing with them in the front yard where the grass hadn't been mown for awhile & was tall. It was great cover for the army guys to set up an ambush.