Here you go...
Posted on 08/15/2014 9:54:14 AM PDT by Drew68
Cracker balls were great too! Looked like colored Kix, with bits of sand and powder inside. Throw against a hard surface, and BANG! Feel stinging sand. We would place these under toilet seats on those standoff pegs. People sit down and BANG, blow sand against back of the legs!
I’m glad you printed that size!! It could see the details from the box.
God, do I ever remember getting my fingers burned on that thing - we all wanted to take the bugs out immediately but the plates were 500 degrees.
We lived Phoenix for a couple years when I was small, back in the mid-60’s. My parents would take the whole brood to Encanto Park for a day of jollity. There was a long concrete storm ditch that ran down the side of the mountain. We would sit on flat rocks and coast down the ditch. The only way to land was to come up short upon the rock pile at the bottom of the ditch. It was surrounded by cacti.
Had us some fun times until Mom caught us.
Yeah, but when they talk about us it's true. I had to wear a helmet when I rode my bike (state law in California) so I looked like a retard and around 14 I stopped riding my bike because of that. There was NO playground equipment at my school because it had all been removed as 'dangerous'. Mostly it was all just a legal liability. We had no field trips for the same reason. And there were no guns on campus in high school except for the school police who sometimes carried shotguns as if we were prison inmates...which we were.
I used to (GASP!!!) swim in the river without a life preserver on and that was illegal. I was wondering when the state was going to make a law requiring us to wear stripes with plaid since they seemed dead set on making us all out to be retard dorks.
Here you go...
Whenever I see these threads I remember riding back from the local public swimming pool with friends...the 6 of us sitting on the back of a flatbed pickup truck, hanging on for dear life and no concerns about being pulled over.
Raised on a farm, we’d dump cans and bottles in the woods and clean it all out couple times a years. I’d go out and pour all sorts of stuff into a nice pickle jar. Sometimes it got too hot to hold.
And the present generation thinks they invented camel toe.
I wonder what she’s selling? Whatever it is, I’m buying. If it’s no longer made, I want to buy it on Ebay.
bttt
We used to play in the local mud/quicksand pits after a good rain...you’d let your friends/cousins sink in up to their waist, and then listen to that cool sucking sound as you pulled them out of the muck. Awesome, b*tches.
I lived in Mont Co during the 70’s and 80’s... great times. I can’t recognize the place now.
And they were made out of metal!
Why do I have a suspicion that metal lunch boxes probably aren't allowed in school these days?
I still have a scar from getting a Jetson’s lunch box upside my head.
Oh, does that bring back memories. We dared each other to jump from the highest rungs down to the asphalt. Yee-hah!
If I recall, that is a .22lr used by JROTC rifle teams....
Everything else in the photo is just a distraction.
we had so many BB gun fights i swear we could keep a whole shift at Daisy makin BB's just for us...
I remember a rig like that up until the early 80s at my uncle’s place.
We’d hit the woods with Crosman, Benjamin, and Marlin in hand, kill rabbit or squirell, cook ‘em, and head home to play football....and have BB gun wars....
We called that a jungle gym. The monkey bars was a horizontal “ladder” about 7 feet off the deck.
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