Man this thread brings back memories! And it does make you wonder about kids today not realizing what they are missing out on.
My cousin and I only had wood and nails to work with. Our down hill coaster consisted of skate wheels nailed to a chasis made of 2x8's , 2x4's and plywood. The front axle was steered by your feet, or a rope. The linkage, untill we could find enough coke bottles to sell so we could buy a bolt at western auto, consisted of a 16 penny nail which worked so so on the first 3 or 4 runs. But every time you hit a bump, the whole front axle (2x4) buckled under the cart. /forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif
Mannnnn was that fun!
Then there was the time we made the great find of about 10 burlap potato sacks from the country store we used to hang out at. We built us a little lean to shack off the side of the tree with burlap walls and carpeted with bags. We were intent on camping out in it. Well, it was a typical muggy, 100 degree, mosquito buzzing Mississippi night. And that burlap that seemed like such a good idea was like sleeping in a bed of fire ant infested fiberglass insulation! It was one of the worst nights I ever endured.
I can smell burlap now, and the memory of that always pops into my head, along with all the "GREAT" experiences I had with my cousin, and I wouldn't trade that experience for anything. /forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif