Posted on 06/08/2004 2:03:27 PM PDT by al baby
>>booby-trapped the door of my room with it.
Wow you were a terror. We used to bend paper clips around and use rubber bands to shoot at each other in art class. Of course it just started as strips of paper rolled up, but the arms race started soon after, when someone added tin foil to the working end of the paper, then came the paper clips, and finally the lead lined paper with the double long rubber band.
I think the large welt that one left ended the arms race for a while.
Well *that* certainly explains a lot, doesn't it? ;D
Played w matches & set a canyon on fire. Local FD put it out, with no loss & I never got blamed. Later, found a field on fire, called it in, & got blamed even though I hadn't been in that field.
Survived major bike wrecks, BBgun wounds, firecracker explosions, fist fights, falling down rock cliffs, near drowning in irrigation ditch. (the friend who pulled me out 40 years ago, died this year from liver failure).
Haven't noticed any posts citing the fact that back then, Mom was home!
I'll bet you were shocked. (I am not that kind of a girl) LOL
How are you doing Bob?
I have grandchildren & I am so sorry they aren't allowed to live the lives we did. It is too dangerous now. Mean crazy people who will hurt & kill kids for the pleasure of it. Sad times.
My oldest grandson is almost 7 yrs. old and I look back on how much freedom I had at that age, and how he'll never know
that type of freedom. Makes me sad.
It was the DDT.
My husband used to make these little rockets out of his mom's old discarded lipstick tubes...
We used to make match rockets. Just wrap foil around the business end of the match and heat it with another match, and wooosh!
I lived in a valley and one had to ascend the hills to get to town. One road was a blacktopped hill about a mile long. I road my bike with no hands down that hill to a speed of probably 40+ mph. No helmets, gloves, kneepads, or any of that junk. It was several miles from home, too.
We used to bring snakes home in our pockets and sometimes take them to school the next day. I had a couple escape my locker once. Heh. I never found them.
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Not from street cracks, but my grandpa had tar he used in roofing on his farm. I'd go and break off a piece from time to time :)).
And make things go boom with whatever was available: gunpowder, blasting caps, dynamite...
I THINK I MAY HAVE ACTUALLY SWALLOWED A WATERMELON SEED OR TWO AND ONE NEVER GREW IN MY BELLY.
WE ACTUALLY HAD KIDS DIE OR GET HURT IN CAR WRECKS AND A WHOLE BUNCH OF COUNSLERS NEVER SHOWED UP TO HELP US UNDERSTAND OUR GRIEF. GOSH IM STILL SCARED FROM THAT.>/.
we used to make these tennis ball cannons with soda cans and lighter fuel
then the neighbor kid found his brothers bird shot shells and we proceeded to whack it with a sledgehammer....it never did go off (we were about 10 or 11)
and of course we'd also douse the rear wheel of our stingray with lighter fuel and ride around at nite
but probably my favorite thing was jumping our bikes off ramps like evel knievel
Or being on the seesaw, way high in the air, when the other person abruptly gets off the other end of the seesaw. Ouch.
(mumbles) Cantaloupes, actually :) And, I can attest that a pair of Levis were no match for rock salt accelerated by a 12 gauge cartridge.
LOL... right. And it was funny as we threw them into the bug zapper to hear that neat... zzzztttt!!!
The coolest flashlights ever! And they'd light up your teeth when you shoved them into your mouth and smiled big!
LOL. If only my son could have memories like that.
Oh, and we got spankings, sometimes with the belt. Our parents would go to prison for that today, but we learned right from wrong, didn't we?
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