Under 65...

[tom406]

Kid at my high school attempted the homemade pipe bomb thing in 10th grade. Blew his right thumb off of his hand...

12th grade came and suddenly Dave had a thumb again! Kind of. Docs transplanted his second toe onto his hand and hooked everything up to work. Worked good...but..still looked like a toe.

But hey, we need that opposable thumb though. It helps to separate us from the more primitive creatures. At least I thought so until I started reading this thread.....

[Dog427435]

Had the same thing happen to a 10th grade friend.
Decided to build a bomb to blow up a raccoon lair in his back yard.
He took a couple of boxes of 22 's and popped the tops off and emptied the powder into an expended CO2 cartridge.
Wanting to finish later he decided to cap the cartridge so the powder would stay dry.
You guessed it, he carefully tapped an unexpended 22 shell into the opening while holding the cartridge against his leg. One tap on the rim fire cartridge and he blew the last two fingers off his left hand from the knuckle down and a hole in the refrigerator across from him big enough to get a beer out of!
In the politically incorrect way of the sixties one of the older guys down at the gas station named him Three Finger Brown after a early 1900's ball player. He is still referred to by that nickname today.

[COPO 70 RS/Z28]

The past 60 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility,and we learned how to deal with it all.These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever in the history of mankind..

As we recall the experiences of our youth, and see the many achievements made by the the risk takes and the competitors of the passing generation and the sacrafices and courage of the greatest generation before them. I have to wonder how the lessons learned from the, even the playing field, lets build self esteem, he didn't mean it crowd will turn out.

Remember competition taught us to be gracious winners by teaching us the pain of loosing.

[mudjnky]

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I only have one thought....what ever happened to Lincoln Logs???


wilma






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My 4 year old got Lincoln Logs for Christmas and loves them!

[Kim_Howie]

I lived in a small town and would walk 7 blocks to grade school. There was Train tracks a block from the school. I would walk home for lunch, almost everyday there would be a train stopped on the tracks. I would crawl under the middle of a train car to get home. Can you see that happening today!!

[Verne_Frantz]

I used to come home from high school, change clothes, have a bowl of cereal, grab Pop's Springfield .22 and walk across the street up in the farmer's fields and shoot woodchucks till dinner time. The farmer loved it because they would dig holes that would break his farm equipment. I just had to put the dead ones back in the hole.

Pop taught me how to shoot a shot gun right in the back yard. He'd get about 50 or 60ft away from me and toss old 78rpm records in the air for me to shoot at. No one ever complained. These days it would take one shot and the neighbors would be dialing 911....because they'd be convinced a felony was being committed.

Heck, I used to put the shot gun over the handlebars of my bike and ride a mile down to the lake to shot ducks in the evening. People would drive past me and either pay no attention or just wave.

[427TJ]

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In the politically incorrect way of the sixties one of the older guys down at the gas station named him Three Finger Brown after a early 1900's ball player. He is still referred to by that nickname today.

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I worked at a gas station owned by a Portugese family. Older neighborhood men would hang around all day reading the paper, smoking cigars, b-sing. They all called the owner "Portagee" and he called the Italian men "Dago." "Hey Portagee can I get my tires checked?" "Yeah Dago and then let's go get coffee." Those guys were a riot.

[COPO 70 RS/Z28]

My brother an I would walk with shot guns about 1/2 mile to the big farm fields and hunt phesant. On the way back sometimes people would stop in cars and ask "Did ya get anything" or "hows the hunting today" it was not out of place at all. I had a friend I worked with that grew up in Wisconsin who told me when he was a kid they would take their shotguns to school and put them in their lockers for the day so after school they could go hunting. I have no reason not to believe the story.

Can you imagine today.

[77Z28]

Mr. 70 thanks for the thread, sure brought back the memories. I grew up in Cincinnatti Ohio and I recall me and all of the neighborhood kids having big wheels. We would race each other, act out demolition derby, you name it. My brother and I rode our big wheel so much it that we flat-spotted the front wheel in several spots. Loved that lever to brake the rear wheel and spin.

Besides the playing outside we would play with legos when it rained and find all sorts of things to build with our imagination.

Wouldn't change a thing about the past. We didn't have much money, but as kid you didn't realy realize that and found ways to have fun.

Todd

[firstgenaddict]

If that went on today we might not have the School shooters... the sane kids would stop them!