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Hmm. I thought (wrongly) that that's who that was.

Growing up in Colorado, I didn't do too much rollerskating (Hard to skate in the snow). But I did have those old, rusty, noisy steel things that you were referring to. We mostly had, "Rock Wars." Basically, one group stood on the top of a gulley and tried to hit the group at the bottom with rocks, while the ones on bottom tried to get the ones on top. Real fun! The worst I ever got was a hit about an inch from my right eye, but that was the fun of being a kid. Nowadays, kids can't even play soldiers or have snowball fights because, "It's too traumatic to MY kid! I'll SUE!!!!"

Sad...

--Henry Bowman's right hand tightened around the walnut grip of the Solothurn S18-1000. The weapon had been a present from his Father, given to him on his fourteenth birthday in 1967. Cost $189.50 back in the sixties Henry thought irrelevantly. I thought that was a steal. Dad's friends thought it was astronomical. Wonder what they'd think now. --UC

Nowadays, kids can't even play soldiers or have snowball fights because, "It's too traumatic to MY kid! I'll SUE!!!!"

Ain't it the truth! We had rock, dirtclod, snowball, and bottle-rocket battles. We played army, jumped our banana seat (no BMX back then) bikes over trash cans with no helmets or wussy pads, and shot BB guns, bow and arrows, wrist rocket slingshots and .22 rifles. We chased girls and tried to get them to kiss us and we played 'smear the queer' football. We had lawndarts. We built bombs from jars of gasoline and sometimes gunpowder from our firecrackers.

Guess what? None of us are in counselling, none of us are in prison, none of us (or our kids) are on anti-depressants or some mind-numbing crap.

Fast forward 25-30 years to the present and ask yourselves how possible any of what I just described is now. The pussification of American men continues.

We didn't go in for rocks unless it was important...

but we did use July 4th to have a little fun...

we mostly used Roman Candles and that was fine till a friend of mine, Jeff, tore a wing of of a whirley-bird and threw it up where we were hiding, usually it goes way up, this time it went everywhere but up, so we came out firing Roman Candles and throwing M-80's...

we won but only cause we had more stuff and we knew where the beer was!!

Please loose the kid, any idiot that chooses death is not any ones fault except his own!!