A golf ball and a pole transformer barrel figure largely in why I don’t play golf.
Let’s just say after yelling “Fore”, the ball went in this wacky curving flight and smacked the cooling fins on the transformer.
Instant blackout because the fins were damaged in 90 degree plus heat.
OOps.
I didn’t launch Tonkas, but my rockets did have a red glare with bombs bursting in air.
The teen years were such fun.
*sigh*
These days you’d be busted as a possible terrorist.
NO KIDDING!!!
The best times, as a kid, were all doing stuff that was fine back then, and would have a kid arrested nowadays, and taken from his parents. Black powder, toilet paper tubes and black electrical tape. Good stuff! Bags of cement. Fertilizer. I spent most of my money in the Country Hardware Store, and mom gave me a ride!
Do you know of any kids who could get away with riding their motorcycle down the street with a rifle over their shoulder? Damn, nowadays they get locked up for not wearing a helmet on a bike!
It was never a big deal for me to carry matches, or a lighter as a kid, so i could make fires to cook the fish I caught for lunch.
Yeah, *sigh*