I challenge you to find a kid that doesn't do their share of creek stomping and the equivalent of melting their little plastic army men like we all did.
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Yes we used to simulate a Napalm strike on those little green guys. Line them up in the creek bed and then torch them with Cox Airplane fuel- oh the humanity.
This was typical scene in my neighborhood- leave at at 7am in the summer and we better be within whistling distance for dinner. (It was the 70's not the 80's though)
ninja stars
home-made nunchucks
bow and arrows
riding bikes for 9 hours til dark 5-10 miles from home without a helmet or pads or phone
home-made rafts down drainage ditches
baiting and killing sparrows with BB guns
turning 1/4 of the back yard into a Stomper track
jumping off the top rope (the arm of the couch) onto your friends
WD-40 or Aquanet, spiders/bugs, and a lighter
model cars and fireworks
chasing lizards and horny toads in the desert
all things I'm glad I got to do as a kid
I'll be 30 this year, and this is exactly my experience, except I did it all over the country because we moved around a lot. I think I hit just before the cut-off of when everyone started becoming overly-protective.
This was typical scene in my neighborhood- leave at at 7am in the summer and we better be within whistling distance for dinner. (It was the 70's not the 80's though)
I didn't jump my Big Wheel, but my older brother did and it broke right at the neck of the handlebars. We would tie them to our bikes with a rope and drag each other down the street at what felt like 100 mph.
Another thing we did in our neighborhood. We used to built downhill racers or push carts. Inspired by old episodes of The Little Rascalls we would find any kind of wheels we could and scrap wood and make these carts. We didn't have any hills so mostly we pushed one another or pulled behind a bike.
We had very limited access to tool while Dad's were away at work. We didn't have access to any handtools so about our only tools were anything we could use for a hammer, whatever nails we could scrounge up, and some sort of hand saw. Steering was a rope and pivoting board. I remember at least 4 different kids houses we were building them. One particular summer day really stands out vividly. Paco and Bebe down the street built a "van". It was a wooden box on a frame and they had spray painted it blue, cut out some heart shaped port windows, and covered all the inside with blue shag carpet. I remember one time we found some kids Big Wheel near the street so we assumed it was trash and took it home to pull the wheels off. A parent came by pissed off and snatched it away from us before the damage was done. Good times.
Just yesterday, I had 3 young boys about 8 or 9yo in my front yard at my pond with a net. No idea who they were. I didn't get mad at them, I just asked them what they were up to. They had heard we had a snake and wanted to come check it out. I advised them the snake was last summer and not there now. I asked them nicely not to play around the pond for fear they might fall in and I really did not know where they lived. I was surprised they just brazenly walked up to my pond like that, but then again it took me back, I smiled, and I just couldn't scold them for a little adventure.
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