We used to go play in the DDT fog when the mosquito fog machine came down the truck. The fog was so thick you couldn’t see your buddies or even hear them.
Oh my, how did you ever survive that....it would send todays parents into spastic head explosions..
Oh man...I did that too. Who knew?...LOL
1949 checking in here. I loved the "fog machine." No one ever told me not to chase it. Mom would say my clothes smelled bad afterwards, tho.
Of course Mom had some wonderful advice over the years, too. She wasn't sympathetic to my complaints that the boy two doors down was bullying me. She said that I needed to stand up for myself against him. (I was all of 8 years old at the time.) She certainly wasn't going to do it. When I finally took him on and ground his face into the gravel alley next to our house, I can still remember looking up and seeing her smiling through the window above the kitchen sink.