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Originally Posted by corn18
For some reason, my younger brother and I found it hilarious to throw rocks at each other from across the garden (maybe 40 yards). Also had BB gun fights.
Those were the days when you left in the morning and the only rule was to be home before the street lights came on. In the summer, that would be 10 pm. Parents had no idea where we were and what we were doing. No find my phone crap back then. And we weren't playing video games. Boating, hiking, fishing, hunting, riding our bikes for miles and miles. Damn that was fun and educational, if not a bit Darwinian.
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Same here. We'd come home at supper time, filty and starving and out of BBs and firecrackers. We built tree forts, snow forts, rafts, go-karts, all sorts of stuff. I figured out how to fix a Crossman 760 pump-up pellet gun that wouldn't hold pressure, and became the neighborhood armorer. We thought we could solve any problem or build anything with enough effort and enough pilfered parts...and we were usually right.