[Ditto]

And all we did when we were kids was patiently use a pin to pick the gunpowder out of toy caps until we had enough to make a giant firecracker.

Guess you never got into the kitchen matches like my old friend Lefty.

[Age of Reason]

Guess you never got into the kitchen matches like my old friend Lefty.

We sure did.

And we had the good kind in those days: the kind with the white tip that you could strike against anything to light it.

I'd fire them at brick walls out of my old Daisy BB rifle to watch them ignite when they hit.

I also experimented with taping a flap of sandpaper the the barrel such that it would flop down over the muzzle and cause the match to ignite on its way out.

Instant BB tracer round.

[Age of Reason]

One of the great things about being a kid in the 1950s was that we didn't have the fancy toys kids have now.

Back then if you wanted to have more fun, you had to become creative rather than go out and buy the latest technological marvel.

My older brother mentioned just the other day how he and his friends would play for hours and hours witht those wind-up rubberband planes they sold at the candy store--not just flying them, but testing their own modifications and repairs.