Somethng we ALL used to dream about when we were kids

[MossRoad]

When you throw snowballs at cars, and the driver stops, gets out and chases you, and you run into a dark tunnel, where you can look back and see them, but they cannot look in and see you due to the lighting.... it creates a certain rush for a kid, both boy and girl. So you see them peering into the tunnel looking for you. You could be just 30-40 feet away and they didn't have a clue. You get bold, so you hoot and holler, and yell a few vulgarities and laugh hard at them.... and kids taunting adults never ends well... eventually, a driver will call the police, and the police have flashlights, and generally weren't scared of kids in dark tunnels back then. So... that ended that.

Plus, we aged a bit... Cold snowballs turn into cold beer, running through tunnels turned into driving in cars, and the Tomboys you were just last year throwing snowballs at cars with turn into, well, something we all used to dream about.

 

[Bird]

I also thought it was great fun to sit on the sidewalk with a hammer and a box of .22 shells. This was in a town of maybe 10,000.

I assume you're talking about hitting .22 shells with the hammer to make them go off. The younger of my 2 brothers was probably about 5 or 6 years old when we were at my grandparents' home one Sunday afternoon and the adults had gone somewhere to a store. I was in the front yard when I heard a "pop" then my little brother screaming in the back yard. I ran around there and found him bleeding like a stuck pig from one arm. I fashioned a tourniquet and got the bleeding almost stopped just as our parents drove up. So it was off to the hospital. He had found a .22 shell, and he had seen me and Dad pull the lead out of the brass on duds (which were not too uncommon in those days) and burn the powder. So he had found a .22 shell, but he wasn't strong enough to pull the lead out and there was a hatchet in the garage. So he chopped that .22 shell with the hatchet. No one knows where the lead went, but one piece of brass was right against the bone in his upper arm and another piece of brass wasn't that deep in the lower arm (same arm). Mother was frantic, but while the doctor was probing to get one of the pieces out, brother says, "I'm hungry!" It was just about noon, but that stopped Mother from worrying.

 

[Doofy]

I assume you're talking about hitting .22 shells with the hammer to make them go off. The younger of my 2 brothers was probably about 5 or 6 years old when we were at my grandparents' home one Sunday afternoon and the adults had gone somewhere to a store. I was in the front yard when I heard a "pop" then my little brother screaming in the back yard. I ran around there and found him bleeding like a stuck pig from one arm. I fashioned a tourniquet and got the bleeding almost stopped just as our parents drove up. So it was off to the hospital. He had found a .22 shell, and he had seen me and Dad pull the lead out of the brass on duds (which were not too uncommon in those days) and burn the powder. So he had found a .22 shell, but he wasn't strong enough to pull the lead out and there was a hatchet in the garage. So he chopped that .22 shell with the hatchet. No one knows where the lead went, but one piece of brass was right against the bone in his upper arm and another piece of brass wasn't that deep in the lower arm (same arm). Mother was frantic, but while the doctor was probing to get one of the pieces out, brother says, "I'm hungry!" It was just about noon, but that stopped Mother from worrying.

Yep, just sitting there smashing those shells with the hammer. Never even thought to pull the lead out. Only time anyone got hurt is when we would wedge 12ga shells in the crotch of a tree and shoot at the primers with our bb guns. A primer flew out and hit my buddy in the arm, made a perfectly round hole and not very deep.

 

[MossRoad]

A child's " I'm hungry " is the cure for a parent's worries many times. :thumbsup:

 

[2LaneCruzer]

I assume you're talking about hitting .22 shells with the hammer to make them go off. The younger of my 2 brothers was probably about 5 or 6 years old when we were at my grandparents' home one Sunday afternoon and the adults had gone somewhere to a store. I was in the front yard when I heard a "pop" then my little brother screaming in the back yard. I ran around there and found him bleeding like a stuck pig from one arm. I fashioned a tourniquet and got the bleeding almost stopped just as our parents drove up. So it was off to the hospital. He had found a .22 shell, and he had seen me and Dad pull the lead out of the brass on duds (which were not too uncommon in those days) and burn the powder. So he had found a .22 shell, but he wasn't strong enough to pull the lead out and there was a hatchet in the garage. So he chopped that .22 shell with the hatchet. No one knows where the lead went, but one piece of brass was right against the bone in his upper arm and another piece of brass wasn't that deep in the lower arm (same arm). Mother was frantic, but while the doctor was probing to get one of the pieces out, brother says, "I'm hungry!" It was just about noon, but that stopped Mother from worrying.

I have shot them with my BB gun and remember the "zinnnng" as they went off, but lucky no one was ever hit. Dumb stuff. My Granddad, showed me a scar on his shin where he was it by a .22 brass. He said that he noticed there were rivet holds on a piece of their old machinery... (he was a kid at the time) I think maybe it was a thresher...that was the exact diameter as a .22 shell, so he took a .22 shell, put in in a hole in a piece of angle iron and hit it with a ball peen hammer. It went off and a chunk of the brass hit him in the leg. I'm surprised someone didn't lose an eye.

 

[Doofy]

I have shot them with my BB gun and remember the "zinnnng" as they went off, but lucky no one was ever hit. Dumb stuff. My Granddad, showed me a scar on his shin where he was it by a .22 brass. He said that he noticed there were rivet holds on a piece of their old machinery... (he was a kid at the time) I think maybe it was a thresher...that was the exact diameter as a .22 shell, so he took a .22 shell, put in in a hole in a piece of angle iron and hit it with a ball peen hammer. It went off and a chunk of the brass hit him in the leg. I'm surprised someone didn't lose an eye.

Hahaha! Glad I wasn't the only "Idiot" on the planet. My Grandpa had a 30-30 hanging on the bunkhouse wall and I found a 38 special cartridge that fit nicely. Proceeded to blow a hole in the end wall and get the casing jammed in the rifle. I don't even remember the whipping I must have received. God must have a special fondness for boys and girls that allows for such shenanigans without injury.

 

[buckeyefarmer]

Mary anne, Lol, me too

 

[buckeyefarmer]

Probably a miracle that a bunch of us aren't dead due to cave-ins of our "forts".

I used to go thru an old railroad tunnel that was about completely caved in. My parents had no idea.

 

[cqaigy2]

A child's " I'm hungry " is the cure for a parent's worries many times. :thumbsup:

Yup, it means things are back to normal.