[ElectricRook]

Everything else was invariably some form of war involving projectiles, escape and evasion etc.

Thanks to the Facist Mommies, today's generation of "Cannon Fodder" will have no idea that "Kill the poor enemy bastard" is the objective, nor how to do it.

In my time, it was dirt clod fights with weed bombs. Weed bombs were a hand full of field weeds with the dirt/rocks attached to the roots. Weed bombs had the advantage of a handle, similar to a German "grenade stick".

[Prodigal Son]

Weed bombs

We used everything that was throwable. Dirt clods, rocks, sticks and green pine cones. Those things were a pure pleasure to get hit with ;-)

Me and my cousins used to hunt one another with bow and arrow... BB guns. I've gone on many a big rabbit hunt with the extended family where later you'd have a couple of brothers fist fighting- "He shot me on purpose daddy!" (only shotguns- a little rabbit shot never hurt anyone ;-)

[Ben Bolt]

I'll be damned ! I thought we were the only people who knew what a dirt ~ clod bomb was . How refreshing to read your reply ! Terrific memories indeed !

[Clintons Are White Trash]

You sound like you grew up on our road! My brothers and I were turned out every day to stay out of Mom's hair and we played in the woods all day. Dirt clod fights were classic. I remember collecting sticks and dirt clods one afternoon then picking a fight with the neighbor kids to have someone to throw them at :).

Our elementary school had a deadly piece of equipment that was great fun - it's the only one I've ever seen. It was called a maypole and was a tall metal pole with chains suspended from a bearing of some kind on the top of it. At the bottom of each chain was a multi grip metal handle. The object was to get a bunch of kids to grab their handle and run in a circle then when you got the momentum going you could lift your feet and fly around the pole for a while. Needless to say metal handles on chains made for great thunks in the head for those not watching, not to mention those who lost their grip when it was really flying and went skidding across the asphalt :). Ahhhh, the memories.....

[Aquinasfan]

In my time, it was dirt clod fights with weed bombs.

Dirt bombs!

We were too poor to have weeds ;-)