When kids weren’t treated like snowflakes.
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Jarts! Now that warms my stony old heart, right there…..
Exactly what I came here to post, but you beat me to it.
Lawn darts were a great way to weed out the slow and weaker kids.
I accidentally stuck my friend in the side with a regular dart. No soft tips on those. And I still have an original set of Jarts. As a kid, I loved Klik Klax too ( now pussified for your boredom).
we would set mouse traps as land mines and use bottle rockets for guns and have “battles” in the fields
Thank God they didn’t show someone drinking out of hose!! The horror!!
We rode bicycles… without helmets… yeah we did…
I still do.
I bet there is a correlation between easy-twist bottle caps and the decline of society. What were they thinking?? I kinda like my man to open my jars for me…I’d hate to break a nail.
It’s easy to open, but just try to get that first serving of Catsup out without a mess.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9kwZKR6ZaFA
You have to smack the balls really hard like the bottom of the bottle….LOL
Was at a restaurant once, trying to get the ketchup out of a Heinz bottle and the song “Anticipation” came on. Funny, but still a pain to get the damn ketchup out.
Stick a knife in the neck
Oh. You meant the bottle neck. THANKS.
Now there’s blood all over my carpet.
Meat tenderizer takes that out…
Its what I… um so I’ve been told…
AA,
Nice comment.
My wife tweaked her neck one time getting all torqued up trying to open a jar of pickles. I opened it for her and she had a sore neck for a day. I still needle her about that when she struggles with a lid.
I had a stiff neck for 4 hours once,
when I was a bit too parched and couldn’t swallow a Viagra tablet that got stuck in my throat.
Re the Alcoa ad: Imagine expecting people to read ad copy that long today…
OK, who didn’t try opening the tail gate on the ole station wagon whilst others were leaning on it, and, when dad asks “Is everybody ready?” you yell “yes” just so you can watch someone running and yelling “WAIT FOR ME!!!”.
I’m thankful I did not grow up in a world protected from myself and everything else too. Unprotected and with no safety nets. That is how I learned most of what I know. Now that everyone is safe we have a nation of idiots.
Up vote if you’d let your children play with lawn darts. Otherwise downvote.
Lol, GNL. Yay for upvotes. Of course, you gotta consider the readership.
I’d even get ‘em for kids that aren’t mine!
How old are these kids?
You forgot to show the Monkey bars.
And teeter totters. They are long gone.
Haha, yup. I fell off the top of one…showin off…’look, no hands!’. Busted my lip wide open and had to go get a couple stitches, still have the little scar, but I’ve had a mustache for 40+ yrs.
I built a lot of scaffold, way higher than the ole jungle gym, so I guess I learned early that landing can hurt.
Broke my elbow (really just a chip but hurt like hell) after a bad landing off the bars and onto the hard thick rubber they had under it. Still had to scale a n 8’chain link fence to get home and didn’t say anything til the next morning when my arm was purple and I couldn’t move it. Aw, 1977.
I got some old fashioned cap guns with ammo at the free swap shap at the dump in town. After I told our 8 year old that she can’t have it yet, my husband comes home and says to her that “it’s fine, I played with those when I was 4 or 5”.
Hard to shoot your eye out with a cap gun… but not impossible, yu just have to get your eye real close… lol not that I ever did that, no way…
I had more fun beating the capgun powder strip on the pavement with a rock.
While the the strips were still roled up. Bigger bang.
And a big ole brick!
Beam me back to 5 years old again Scotty!!
Amen!!!
Whole roll with a hammer
I was shooting shotguns, and bows at 5
we use to shoot are 22 mags. in the basement in a city home. never had to leave the house
in praise of lawn darts
the basis for a civilization of free people resides in the skills that children learn from the benign neglect of unsupervised play in an un-nerfed world
when i was 10 years old, my parents had a sort of generalized 5 mile circle of an idea where i was and a reasonable but far from complete conception of with whom. we went to the beach by ourselves. we went rock climbing by ourselves and swam and skateboarded and biked.
i say this not as complaint. this was what we wanted. and it served us well.
unsupervised is how you grow, it’s how you learn. it’s where ALL the important stuff comes from.
you learn to explore new places, learn new stuff, meet new people, and build and sustain relationships and interaction.
https://boriquagato.substack.com/p/in-praise-of-lawn-darts
For me it was about two miles, obviously my parental units were much stricter.
We played in the wrecking yard, shinny hockey on the gravel street, had dirtball fights with rival kids down the way and when I was 8, I was taught about guns and given a 22 to hunt gophers. Never shot mine or anyone elses eyes out.
We would be given 35 cents and we walked into town to the matinee and popcorn. We’d each save a nickel to buy a golden delicious apple for on the way home. We went to the carnival and my older brother was supposed to keep his eye on us younger’ns.
Yep… tons of memories of what it was like to be free. Today these helicopter parents would screech child abuse at us then dress the poor child in the opposite gender and administer hormone blockers… imo… we should take the karens out to the woodshed and discuss the issues… but thats just me…
Our favorite sport was bicycle golf. My last 5 cents was always saved for a Green River soda at Walters drug store. Living in tall cotton!
The carnival was a no-go zone for us without parents. They were too afraid the carnies would kidnap us. I remember once when the gypsies brought their show to town, there was a general lockdown for all the kids in the neighborhood. My mother saw a carload of them drive down our street and went ballistic.
My world at 5 years old on was be home for lunch, be home for supper, be home by 10 pm for bed. Discipline was handled by the adults at whoever’s house you were at. Spankings available everywhere. Be a brat, get a lesson in humility.
The leather belt going thru the beltloops is a terrifying thing… So is going to fetch ur own switch… To whimpy and the ol man goes for a 2×4… bring one to stout and well you only got urself to blame… And this didn’t include the butt whoop’n you might have gotten by the neighbours parents.
My time schedule was pretty much the same as urs Balbinus.
Scabby-kneed (among other slings-n-arrows spots) grinning gristleflakes were more common the farther back you go….
Did you have a zipline in your back yard like me? I’m the cute one chewing her fingernails. I was four years old.
It was a hundred foot to the connected tree and you had to put your foot out to keep from slamming into the other tree. It was a blast!
…no but i have a nice scar from a failed attempt at making one…
live and learn was the motto i grew up with.
My father built that one himself… so it would be “safe” for the kids to play on.
LOL
Okay. You win. But my bro and me did have a mini bike. I think i was 8 0r 9.
I raise you a pogo stick and a pair of walking stilts.
Had a pogo stick. And the crappiest – yet first – skateboard in the neighborhood.
Crappy clay wheels that caught every rock. Upgraded to Cadillac’s finally, but still caught the rocks.
You are making me laugh. That was exactly like mine. I don’t think i used it even once without getting launched off.
Lol, Motley. My best friend had a bike. She and I ran away and wished it could be permanent. We were 10. Oh the memories.
There was a vacant lot not far from my home where somebodies had made a bmx track. I’m sure I remember it even cooler than it was but it was a full loop with berms, jumps and whoppdedoos. Plus we had a very large field (Goodyear blimp landing area in Carson) we could get to if you knew where the holes in the fence were Huge hill we called suicide hill with a dirt ramp at the bottom, but I think you could also go down and around the ramp.
How depressing we never thought of this in our neighborhood. Fun plus looking.
Lots of fun with ropes but nothing so cool as a zip line. 23 different backyards in 18 years was a different sort of line…of zip codes.
Dirt clod wars. BB gun fights. Bottlerocket, roman candle, firecracker wars. Fired plastic gallon milk jugs on ends of sticks dripped molten plastic that you could fling. Dodgegolf (opposing teams using dads’ drivers), dodgetennisracquet (rocks). Some wars/fights were good clean fun, others were serious & no smiles (until maybe later). Hunting, fishing, skinning, butchering, cooking, “gardening,” holding the hogs down while the vet cut ‘em (made me feel kinda’ weak all over, hurt my ears). Chores, hard work, mattocks, axes, posthole diggers. Lots of fisticuffs. Steel-wheeled skateboards (Cherry Hill, Edmunds, WA…a wipeout that shoulda’ been filmed), bicycles&ramps, rollerskates, motocross, boxing. Snakes. Gigging butterfly rays. Downclimbing the sea wall at low tide to yank the one biggest claw off stone crabs (way better than Margaritaville shrimp). Bodysurfing storm surge, or post surge, after Camille blew through (learned about hydraulics, almost drowned – 2nd time). Archery. Slingshots. Spears. Exploring woods, swamps, miles from home. That gator, Hilton Head, that almost got me. Minor home dentistry, suturing. Building forts & digging pits & daring each other to all kinds of things.
And to hear the patriarch’s tales, all pretty tame. The farther back you go….
You had your scabby knees while I tore my toenails off running around outside. I remember tearing those things off and then running in side bleedin all over the house.
50’s & 60’s Toy Gun Commercials
Have to say,entertaining but sad that young boy at his age can’t even read Dick Tracey comic!
As for the M-1 and 1911 combo,eh,own it in the real version.
I will say the spy box with built in camera/shoots from box and can open to build a rifle pretty Bond/Bourne gear.The only downside was periscope,I mean,come on,your enemy spy cannot see the damn thing in window that looks like a dildo with a 90 degree bend at end really is not much of a adversary!
Minus the stupid periscope if I was willing to sacrifice a smaller Pelican case could duplicate it!
I have pics in me youth(6 months) one is in crib,me best friend she said you have the same pissed off look then that you get when mad now,what was going on?
I showed her another pic of same time/a bunch of family around crib looking in,and guess what,who is the only one without a mixed drink in hand and a smoke in other!
She wonders why I look mad?!
I actually hand one of those bond cases… it also had 3 – 4 gold coins too if I remember right… wowsers… get’n old… never thought I’d make it this far…
Bought this with the money I earned picking rocks frm the farmers field etc…
https://www.ebay.com/itm/255343440781?hash=item3b73a7b38d:g:-n4AAOSw9S5h6ja9
I remember my scoutmasters rigged up a flying fox from a tree whereby you had to really reach out to grab the handles. Being the shortest kid, I couldn’t quite reach and would have had to have leapt into mid air briefly, hoping to grab on. In the end it was my call (I chickened out), but no one was going to stop me if I’d wanted to make the leap.
Oh, and the drink of water from the outdoor hose on a hot summer day had a very unique flavor to it, right?
To this day when I smell polyvinylchloride, I get thirsty.
We used to beat each other with the plastic Hot Wheels tracks…
And shot at each other with BB guns (one pump maximum – for safety. Sure…).
Then they cam out with paintball guns.
So we’d freeze the paintballs.
Made it more realistic…
Good times, good times…