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I was talking about lawn darts in my last post, andkeshaphim got me thinking... Lawn darts fucking ruled. My dad had a set when we were little, and we were throwing honest-to-bob spears around the backyard. I can't believe we're still alive.
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*tiger trap: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trapping_pit
** dirt bomb: after it rains, grab a big handful of grass out of the ground. if you do it right, it should come out of the ground pretty easily, with a big clump of dirt and roots on the end, spin it around your head and throw it at your brother. Aim for the head.
- When we moved, the lawn darts stayed at Dad's house, but the new house had a vacant lot behind us, so we dug tiger traps* and threw dirt bombs**, and when someone built condos on it, we stole nails from the construction site and threw them at each other.
- Some genius put big pipes to crawl on in our school playground, with a fiberglass shell over the ends.
- We could still ride bikes without dorky helmets.
- We used to save the wax paper out of our lunches and sit on it while we were on the slide. It waxed the slide for the other kids and made you go super-fast. Oh, the carnage...
- We had a water gun shaped like an Uzi, and another water gun shaped like a 9mm. With a refillable clip!
- My mom, in an attempt to teach me to do ladylike things, let me use the sewing machine with pointy pointy needles. Somehow I still have all my fingers. And I can still run the sewing machine, though not too well.
- I had the metal, foot-shredding jacks that came with the choke-tacular superball.
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*tiger trap: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trapping_pit
** dirt bomb: after it rains, grab a big handful of grass out of the ground. if you do it right, it should come out of the ground pretty easily, with a big clump of dirt and roots on the end, spin it around your head and throw it at your brother. Aim for the head.