I put myself in the 95-99 bracket though I can EASILY recall buying Britains Deetail figures when I was in elementary school in the early 80's.
Peter- this is a great thread- glad you started it. I am going to open up a bit so please bear with me:
I started collecting Deetails figures and Hordes of plastic Atlantic Egyptian (and Roman ??) figures in 79-82 when my dad was stationed in Nuremburg (628th MEDDAC I believe it was) and we went over with him. Being so young an impressionable at that time, I was naturally overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of Medieval Germany- Neuschawnstein (sp??) and the like- especially Rotenburg. Then my parents took us to Rome in 81 and we went to the vatican and saw Pope John Paul II give his Christmas Day Blessings to the masses on Christmas Day 81. My dad bought me a Kewpie style Vatican guard and I bought a set of Atlantic OD Green US Army Paras. My parents, especially my mother blessed me with a curiousity for history.
A year or so later we moved and we moved near a shop which carried the Rocco plastic vehicles and I would loiter in that poor mans shop for hours looking at his stuff. He was very kind to tolerate me.
So then, Summer of 82 dad gets orders to be a recruiter in Albany NY. We move there and, well, I'll never forget the first day of school, 5th grade, my teacher goes "Class, welcome Chris- he is from Germany" no, I wasn't German, just came from there. Anyway, there was this Kid, Kurt W who just beat the living crap out of me for like a month or so afterwards- calling me "Little Nazi Boy", Seig Heil, all that good stuff. He was supposed to be in 7th grade but failed twice and was just huge!!! I was 5'8" at the time and weighed 95 pounds!! Of course, my last name starts with a Y so we had every freakin class together and he and a lot of his friends would catch me after school and just beat me mercilessly. I mean, I have been in my fair share of scraps but this kid and his "pack" was just ruthless, I'd fight till I couldn't breath anymore and just collapse on the ground and cover my head and face while they kicked and spit on me. I figured I'd cover my face and neck from getting hit so that my parents didn't know what was happening. The bruises to the ribs and gut were easily covered with a shirt. Fortunately, this kind of nonsense isn't tolerated in the schools anymore. So much for the glories of alphabetical seating!!!
Like I said, he did that for about a month and just moved on. I threw away most of my stuff like little diecast tigers and panthers in fear of him catching me with them. I even chucked some of my Matchbox SeaKings Battleships (which I LOVED).
So, fast forward to sometime in the late 90's- I am a grown man (for the most part
) and was at an audit client in beautiful Stroudsburg Pa. Run into "Stockade Miniatures" and the rest was history- Mike and Noreen, the proprietors have watched my family grow from 3 members to 5 and they always treat us like family when we are there.