Posted on 08/18/2007 1:50:23 PM PDT by lowbridge
A roll of caps and a brick....Ah memories.....
When I was a kid all my “found” coins went for those red roll caps, Greenie Stickum Caps, and jaw breaker gum balls. My pot metal guns got so corroded from powder residue that they eventually bound up and had to be replaced. I quickly lost all my little gray plastic bullets in the weeds and had to use just the cartridge case with a Greenie Cap stuck on it. My yard and surrounding areas were littered with torn off fired cap strips, and I grieved over every dud cap that wouldn’t fire. :o)
YIKES, YW, us guys DIDNT WEAR OUTFITS,
we wore Hopalong gear. sheesh come on...LOL
ping
Me and all my friends had every conceivable toy gun on the market. We lived outside and played cowboys, army, cops and robbers, etc. Not me or any one of my friends grew up to be cop killers, murderers, bank robbers, or serial killers. Instead of fostering aggression, I think it served to allow a healthy outlet for aggression. It seems to me that violent crime is up since the advent of out of shape overweight children plopping in front of a tv for endless hours of graphic bloody violence fantasizing themselves in the role of first person shooter. Think Columbine and Doom.
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