When I was in Fourth Grade just about every boy in my class had a Duncan Imperial Top, and if I do say so myself I was something of a top hotshot. The big deal was to be able to get them spinning on top of the smallest surface possible. The top of a school desk was the de rigueur baseline of the skill. Attempts to spin them on top of the girls' bouffant hairdos was frowned upon by the teachers. Of course as with most aspects of the youth culture I grew up with, the inherent innocence of spinning a top has been usurped by combative "beyblades."