I was mowing lawns in 6th grade! This stuff was too cool to pass up. I had a pair of Walkie-Talkies that would reach a mile and a half! And a fort in my back yard for refuge from the B-B gun wars!
(Paint ball??!?? I point and laugh at you!!)
We used to have BB gun wars. No aiming above the shoulders. Thought we were real tough until my uncle told me about the day my dad shot his brother in the ass with a .22 back when they were kids.
They played rough back in the day.