I’ve always associated the smell of cheap plastic toys with my childhood.
All those interminable masak masak games with velcro-ed plastic veggies that we forced our hapless only male cousin to play. But we were so happy back then. Being cooped up in a room with cheap plastic toys made the hours fly by like magic. And we could play the same thing for days on end.
Now the only plastic we’re happy with is the one with the blue and orange Visa logo on it.