Posted on 08/15/2014 9:54:14 AM PDT by Drew68
Damn, that was LIVING!!!
You can add to that list: taking the bus from the East Bay to Chinatown to buy firecrackers. And you had to walk through a narrow alleyway for about 50 feet to complete the transaction with an old Chinese guy that was right out of a scene from an opium den.
you wonder what type of minds invent these sadistic but insanely fun games.
And everyone ate peanutbutter and lived.
Actual fights consisting of groups of kids throwing rocks at each other as hard as we could.
Yep. We held our rock fights in the woods to add to the element of surprise.
Also: hitting rolls of caps with a hammer.
Creepy crawlers (the heating pan went up to about 600 degrees.
And, of course, running or riding our bikes behind the DDT mosquito fogger.
I burned my hand many a time on a Thingmaker.
Giant Stride, from 11 Playground Essentials They Don't Make Like They Used To
"Kid what would you like?"
"I want something that ya go around in a circle for 5 minutes and then puke!"
Not One Kid asked for that.
I was born in 1967 and this brings back great memories. I remember being seven and my grandmother was staying with us while my parents were out of town. I went too high on a swing set, went sailing through the air and landed with a stick jabbing into my hand. My grandmother told me to wash it off (which back then consisted of putting it under water with no soap for about three seconds) and put a band-aid on it, so that's what I did. My parents got back a few days later and I showed my mom my hand because it still hurt, she took me to the doctor and it turned out I had blood poisoning because it wasn't cleaned out. No big deal and the doctor, my parents and my grandmother all acted like it was my fault in the first place.
Good point. It is easy and even natural to helicopter your one and only baby.
You have to let go and let live three kids running around, or else you’d go nuts trying.
Had a great chem set. Use to make that rotten egg smell, remember my Mom yelling down to me in the basement about it. Some how later on in that year I discovered the formula for gunpowder. Made my own rockets. One day while launching my most brilliant creation using some toy rocket received on some ancient Christmas Day years prior. On the back yard retaining wall launching pad, my aero space plans came to an abrupt end, when, mom stepped out with the trash to see the mighty lift off which culminated in a premature abort fire ball about three feet up from the top of the five foot high wall. It was a spectacular failure! Ah well it was the late fifties and NASA and Me were on the same disaster track!
A friend's father brought home bottles of mercury for him to "play with".
I was thinking the same thing.
The same minds that landed a man on the moon and brought him back safely on little more computing power than a slide rule.
The same minds that won the Cold War and brought down the Berlin Wall.
Descendents of the same minds that won WWI & WWII.
Ok, now the thread can be hijacked to bitch about the Baby Boomer Generation. lol
We would play “you’re it” on the monkey bars. You were not allowed to touch the ground.
Where to begin?
Cardboard sliding on the dried grass on the steep hills behind the house. We'd swipe refrigeration boxes and schlep them up hills all day long, the trick was to know when to bail off before you slammed into the barbed wire fence at the bottom.
We built a three level tree fort on an oak that hung 40 feet over the bay, I still cant believe nobody died from that project.
We build wooded coasters (No brakes) and flew down our street that ended in a "T" intersection at the botom, we'd shoot across the road and go flying into thick bushes to stop.
We'd walk from school to downtown, (a couple miles) underground in the storm drains.
I had two tall pine trees in the front yard about eight feet apart and me and my buddy would race each other to the top, and when the wind was blowing the tops would sway towards each other enough so we could cross over and race down. (I did loose it about halfway down once, hit every branch, and lost skin on my front, back, sides, and arms. The Bactine bath I got was worse than the fall. That crap stung like a bastard.)
Lots of fun with BB guns and firecrackers.
We'd get together with the kids up the street and had massive dirt clod wars in the oaks and poison oak patches.
The good ol' days...
Yea, they were great. Nothing better to kill all kinds of bugs. Now we have ticks and lyme disease.
Well that fired an old synapse. Thanks!
Thanks D68 for starting this Thread, a nice change from all the depressing news out there.
YO! Guys, over here....
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